There’s a clocktower in Hereford, where the names of the dead are inscribed. We try to honour their deeds, even as their faces fade from our memory. Those memories are all that’s left, when the bastards have taken everything else.

What happened?

He killed Soap, he’s gone Mac.

What do you need from me, son?

A location. Our Russian said Makarov used to cache weapons at an old castle near Prague. He’s got nothing more solid than that.

Can you trust him?

What choice do I have? He’s got in own reasons for wanting Makarov dead.