Following the events of "Blood Brothers":

Yuri stood completely still as Price continued to hold the Desert Eagle to his head.

"Okay, Yuri. You've brought yourself some time," Price growled. He hauled Yuri roughly to his feet before leveling his weapon again. "For now."

Yuri let out the breath he didn't know he was holding as Price turned away.

Yuri had told Price almost everything.

Yuri's rescue of Zakhaev.

The nuclear detonation that Yuri could do nothing to stop.

The intel Yuri had sent to the United States military, the S.A.S., and the Russian government about Makarov.

Yuri had been caught and shot beneath Zakhaev International.

Yuri had been left to die as he heard the death of hundreds above him.

Yuri had tried to stop it.

Yuri couldn't stop it.
Yuri eventually healed.

Yuri ran.

The only thing Yuri didn't tell Price was of their first meeting.

They had come to blows long before this moment.

Yuri knew Price would kill him if he knew the full story.

Yuri wasn't willing to die. Not yet. Not until the war was over.

And so Price let him live.

"I'm nearing resistance headquarters with reinforcements!" Nikolai shouted, interrupting the tense silence. "Run while you can, my friends!"

Yuri and Price looked at each other.

Yuri ran up the stairs. The very stairs that he had fallen down after Price had punched him.

"Nikolai!" Yuri said quickly. "Fall back!"

Yuri slowed to a stop as he reentered the room where Soap died. Despite the chaos of the battle, the S.A.S. soldier still rested peacefully on the table.

The M1911 .45 pistol still lay on his chest.

Price had given the weapon to his brave comrade out of the deepest respect. And deep regret.

Yuri looked down gravely. Price is on the warpath now. He is damned.

Nikolai burst into the room. "Yuri, why are you still here? We have to mo—" He stopped short as he too saw Soap's body.

"No…" Nikolai ran over to Soap and started to shake him as if to wake him from his eternal sleep.

Yuri ran over and grabbed Nikolai.

"He's dead!" Yuri shouted, hauling Nikolai away from Soap's body. "Nikolai, he's dead!"

"No!" Nikolai shouted.

The windows to their right and the wall behind Nikolai exploded inward, sending both men off their feet.

Soap's body fell to the ground and the pistol slid across the floor.

Yuri sadly gazed at Soap's body for a moment before hauling Nikolai to his feet and moving toward the stairs. "I'm sorry."