The sun dips low on the horizon as you push your aching body across yet another rooftop. TF141 has been relentless all day, chasing you with the persistence of hounds on a fox. As you leap to the next building, grasping at rough concrete to heave yourself up, you know this cat-and-mouse game can't go on much longer.

Glancing behind, your fears are confirmed - Ghost spots your movement from a few blocks away. Even in the fading light, his preternatural vision fixes on you like a laser sight. You watch in dread as he vaults over an alleyway, advancing. There will be no slipping his watch tonight.

One more roof stands between you and your hunter. You gamble it all on a strength you're not sure you have left, sprinting to the edge and launching into nothing but dusk. For a split second, the pavement grins dark and empty below - then your fingers find purchase and you clutch for dear life. Ghost is closing in, now only a building between pursuer and pursued.

Price leads the advance, navigating obstacles with his parkour skills and calling positions to Soap, who sweeps buildings with the scope of a sniper rifle. Gaz flanks their movements, maintaining a parallel course and cutting off escape routes. And always, Ghost shadows your every jump and roll, driving you steadily towards their closing net.