Hours last, as a breeze of fresh air fills the room lying in a comfortable bed, with a soft cotton blanket to keep warm. As the eyes began to open up and the fingers twitch, he looks around and only sees a small room with the window open for the wind to come in, a warm compress laid on his head, in which he took off and laid it on the end table next to him, bandages wrapped on his right arm, and a clean T-shirt he sports. He began to pull himself up but the bruises on his body continue to ache and weaken him, after several tries, he got up but nearly lost balance and his left hand held into the wall to balance himself up. He took several deep breaths and after that, starts to walk off the pain. He opened the door and finds himself in a house sitting by the coast, as he looks around, he goes down to the staircase and finds the living room, where he sees by the window the beautiful ocean and its waves calmly washing up to the shore. As he stumbles around the furniture, he sees a photo sitting on a coffee table. Out of curiosity, he takes a closer look on the photo, it appears to be a family photo, the father, mother and daughter, all in one frame. He felt something breathing on his back, he turned around with swiftness and intended to hit the person with the photo itself, but that person blocked the attack and shoved him to the sofa, attempting to calm him down

Pvt. Sokolov: *in Russian* W-who are... you?

?: It's okay, calm down, you're just all fumed up

Pvt. Sokolov continues to struggle in anger but is being held back by the man

?: Hey! Listen to me, you're safe, no one's coming to you

Pvt. Sokolov: *in Russian* Where are they? Where the fuck is everyone?!

?: Uhh, no offense, but it would be better if you don't speak gibberish

Pvt. Sokolov: My friends...

?: What about them?

Pvt. Sokolov: Where are they? Where am I? What happened?

?: We found you floating on the ocean for some reason, did your and your friends' boat sank or something?

Pvt. Sokolov: I-I-I don't know

?: Look let's calm down a bit, let's start over from where it happen

Pvt. Sokolov: W-who are you anyway?

?: I'm Drift, who's asking?

[Barkov's Forces HQ 1345 Hours]

Col. Sudorov looks through the window of his office as he's smoking his cigar, mesmerizing the view. He then sets his cigar aside on an ash tray and sits down to open a drawer of his desk, he takes out a portrait of a man wearing old Soviet gear, holding an AK47 and a bright smile embedded on his face

Col. Sudorov: *in Russian* Papa, I wish that you get to live long enough to see this. I've done exactly what you've did when you were fighting for our country, I hope you feel proud of my work, I have done my country a great service

A Russian soldier knocks into the door and Col. Sudorov quickly put his father's photo back to the drawer

Col. Sudorov: *in Russian* Enter

The Russian soldier enters the office and closes the door behind him

Russian Soldier: *in Russian* We couldn't find the launch panel, we searched every corner of the Island

Col. Sudorov: *in Russian* Have you tried something else?

Russian Soldier: *in Russian* Sir, with all due respect, we had gotten ourselves into a fight with the locals. I've lost 6 men because of that

Col. Sudorov: *in Russian* Very well

The Russian soldier slowly backs off reaching for the doorknob behind him and grasping into it

Col. Sudorov: *in Russian* We need a new plan, and might as well play stupid on this one

Russian Soldier: *in Russian* What are you suggesting sir?

Col. Sudorov: *in Russian* The missile, can we transport it?

Russian Soldier: *in Russian* Like, via a boat?

Col. Sudorov: Da

Russian Soldier: *in Russian* Umm, I think so. It's going to take some time to carry the warhead and transport it into a ship

Col. Sudorov: *in Russian* Then get started, you're wasting our time here

Russian Soldier: *in Russian* Yes sir

Col. Sudorov: *in Russian* Oh, and one last thing. Get me the prisoners

Russian Soldier: *in Russian* Will do

The Russian soldier quickly leaves the office

Col. Sudorov: *in Russian* You can keep the panel, but I'm keeping the damn missile

Drift's Home

Pvt. Sokolov: And we were... surrounded and we had no ammo left, our supposed allies left us for good and uhh... that's how I got here

Pvt. Sokolov's exaggerated words followed with the slurping sounds of the chicken soup he's eating

Drift: So you and your friends who were on a mission to stop this guy who tried to take over the Island?

Pvt. Sokolov: Yes

Lynx: And he also has a missile you say?

The woman sitting beside Drift is Lynx, his wife

Pvt. Sokolov: Please, I understand it sounds a bit complicated at start, but you have to trust me

Drift: How come you didn't tell us you guys are having this war at the first place?

Pvt. Sokolov: Huh?

Drift: Please, you're talking to two of the Island's greatest heroes

Lynx: On the old Island

Drift: Yeah, right now, we're retired but one last butt kicking wouldn't hurt I'd say

Pvt. Sokolov: Okay?

?: Mom! Dad! You need to see this

The girl who pops out of nowhere is Lace, the daughter of the family

Drift: What is it?

As Lace walks to the table, she shows them a couple of photos on her phone

Lace: So I was hanging out with Fishstick when we came across this huge boat by the port

Lynx: Lace, how many times do I have to tell you not to hangout with Fishtick folks without our permission?

Lace: Yes I know, but look at this

The photos include the boat itself and some people loading in precious cargo

Drift: They could be just a bunch of sailors, also why are you snooping in other people's businesses?

Lace: Well, I like an adventure, until some guards showed up and told us to leave

Pvt. Sokolov: What do they look like?

Lace: Who?

Pvt. Sokolov: The guards

Lace: *whispers* Why is he still here?

Lynx: Just tell him

Lace: Well, they're wearing this weird jacket, like yours, and they have guns for sure

Pvt. Sokolov: Shit, those are the people we were after. You should be lucky they haven't taken you alive by now

Lace: What?

Pvt. Sokolov: Can I see the photos?

Lace: Yeah, if it's gonna help you I guess

Lace hands Pvt. Sokolov her phone

Pvt. Sokolov: Thank you, also sorry

Drift: You're good

Pvt. Sokolov looks at the photos and sees the boat is carrying something big onboard, a large steel in a tubular shape with some markings on one side. He quickly realized what it is

Pvt. Sokolov: Shit

Drift: Any problems?

Pvt. Sokolov: You see this thing they're carrying?

Lynx: Quite blurry

Pvt. Sokolov: That is a missile tovarisch. The missile that me and my team are trying to stop. The missile that I was bantering about

Lace: Is that Visitor guy up to something again?

Pvt. Sokolov: I do not know about you, but this thing will fuck up your entire Island

Drift: I guess you're actually saying the truth

Lynx: Drift, we've talked about this

Drift: Well I don't want our Island to be taken over by some crazed power hungry fanatic again, and I don't want to lose you and Lace. Remember?

Pvt. Sokolov: Uhh, excuse me?

Lynx tries to understand Drift's sworn words. She didn't want their family to be dragged into another war, that was yesterday, that was no more. She is aware of what's happening but what about themselves? What about their living? What about Lace?

Lynx: *sigh* Fine, one last fight

Drift: See, I told you we still have something left in the tank

Lace: So, what now?

Pvt. Sokolov: Do you know where the boat was?

Lace: I'm not sure, but I can convince the Fishsticks to send a scout team to locate the boat

Pvt. Sokolov: We can do that but don't let the people in the boat know we're coming

Lace: Okay

Pvt. Sokolov: The control panel, where is it?

Lace: The briefcase? It's in the basement, why?

Pvt. Sokolov: Keep it somewhere safe, like drop it into the bottom of the ocean or something, just make sure they don't find it

Lynx: I have friends who can deal with that

Pvt. Sokolov: And my team, they need to be saved. No way I'm leaving them behind

Drift: I've done some rescue missions in my time so I'm confident that I got some experience

Pvt. Sokolov: Okay. Let me think, let me think, weapons! We need some firepower if we're going up against them

Lace: I think you guys are gonna like this. Follow me

Lace led the others to the basement door. Drift opens the door with a key and inside is a one massive armory with plenty of guns to choose from

Lynx: Pick your poison

As Pvt. Sokolov looks around, he finds a fully kitted out AK-104 hanging in the wall. He leans at Drift behind him

Drift: Go ahead, take everything you need

Tempted, Pvt. Sokolov takes the AK and looks for more guns to use. He finds a Model 680 shotgun

Drift: That one has a "special" ammo in it

Pvt. Sokolov: What is it?

Drift: I think it's best if you find it out yourself

Pvt. Sokolov has the face of a man who cannot wait to try out the new stuff. Lastly, he finds a Renetti with a 3-burst conversion kit and takes it. After grabbing everything like a kid in a candy shop, he goes back to his temporary bedroom and prepares his gear. He slides in armor plates on his body armor, loads in new rounds on his AK mags and Renetti mags, rechambers every gun he has to avoid a potential jam. He also ditches his Gorka suit for a shirt, where he rolled it sleeves up, and chugs an entire bottle of painkillers to ease the pain of his injuries. As he gathered everything he needed, he dusts off his Altyn helmet and wears it on, he soon exits his room where he finds the rest, battle ready. Drift dons his kitsune mask for the first time since years, Lynx in her advanced cat suit, and Lace wearing a plate carrier so she can join in on the ride

Drift: I hope y'all are ready, haven't had a good fight for days

Lace: So, uhh, any last words before we save the world and... stuff?

Lynx: Try not to be nervous, remember that you were taken prisoner by Perfect Shadow?

Lace: Yeah, but still, you know

Drift: Let's just get this over with, what do you think Igor?

Pvt. Sokolov: Let's go find this son of a bitch and save your Island

Col. Sudorov's POV

Russian Officer: *in Russian* Colonel, the missile has now left the port. Anymore orders before its full departure?

Col. Sudorov: *in Russian* Let us be the final memory that the Island and its people shall forever know