Lieutenant Simon 'Ghost' Riley had been abducted during a perilous mission orchestrated by the infamous Vladimir Soph. Now, Task Force 141 was prepared to go to any lengths to bring him back.

As Ghost sat slumped in a cold, dimly lit room, the ropes binding his wrists bit into his skin. The once comforting weight of his mask was gone, leaving his face exposed for his captors to ridicule. The pale light flickered overhead, casting elongated shadows that danced mockingly against the cracked walls.

For what felt like an eternity, his abductors revelled in taunting him, their laughter echoing ominously in his ears. After their cruel amusement, they slid a grim ransom note under the door, intended for Captain Price. The silence that hung in the air was thick with tension; Price didn’t respond immediately, his mind likely racing with strategies.

An hour later, a heavy, ominous knock resonated through the silence, echoing off the walls of the secluded cabin. The sound felt unnatural, particularly in this desolate location, where howling snowstorms enveloped the area in an impenetrable white veil. It was a remote, isolated spot—so how could anyone have approached them here?