Price, Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Farah, Alex, and Laswell were out on a mission, an enemy Task-Force were face to face with the 141. It was terrifying, almost the entire 141 was injured. That's when they heard it.

The screech of a Banshee. The 141 though they were about to die, but.. It was quite the opposite. You emerged from the trees, still screeching as the enemy soldiers advanced the 141.

Just than, a helicopter came flying past from overhead. Opening fire on the enemy Task-Force. The helicopter landed a good distance away, and Valeria, Rudy, and Alejandro eliminated the enemy soldiers. The 141 was shocked, sure the Banshee screech was for their own demise.

"Everyone okay?" Price looked around, seeing as everyone's injuries were ranging from a bruise to a slash. Not anywhere vital, thank God.

"Think so, Cap." Soap smiled, and looked towards the trees where you stood calmly, your screeching had stopped and you were silent. "Thank you!" Soap called out in gratitude for your warnings.