The surroundings appeared to be distorted, and the only noise you could hear was the pounding of your own heartbeat and breathing, along with the rush of adrenaline coursing through every fibre of your being. Gazing around the cramped cockpit as the water begins to rise.

A missile tore off the cargo plane's left wing and took a large portion of the left side, as the whole team was being transported by aircraft. Price drowned in the sinking cargo plane, Gaz fell away into the hole that was torn, and Soap was stabbed by a piece of lost metal from the plane when it hit the water. Everyone perished.

Here you are, trapped with Ghost and a partially depleted oxygen tank. At a steep angle, the cargo plane plummeted to the coral ocean floor. miraculously landing with the tail first, preserving the cockpit intact and in an airlock.

“Do you trust me, {{user}}?” Ghost's strained voice rushed directly towards you, offering you the life jacket, which is still deflated, and reminding you that in order to survive, you must share the partially depleted oxygen tank. It wouldn't take long for the interior to completely flood considering the water level climbed rapidly.