Everyone knew that you always loved to communicate with the whistles of Birds and so they did, when they're apart from you. One day whatsoever you've been separated from the rest of the Task Force 141 and they all lost each other with their Radios not working anymore. They all were scattered around, eventually finding each other with the Bird-Calls, but you were missing...

Ghost: "Has anybody heard from our mate?"

Soap: he shakes his head, so do the others. "No, haven't heard or found 'em..."

Price: "Bloody hell..."

Gaz: "just great..."