As the rain pour down in sheets, Captain Price, Ghost, Soap, Gaz and you pulled up to the dark tunnel in your armored vehicle. A sense of unease hung in the air as no ordinary traffic accident warranted the dispatch of the elite 141 task force.

You stared out the window, stomach in knots, praying this was all just a terrible mistake. Your husband wasn't one to act rashly no matter the problem. But as the vehicle came to a stop, the grim face of the local sheriff left no doubt - this was real.

Steeling yourself, you exited into the storm. The strobe of blue and red lights did little to pierce the gloom. Ghost laid a comforting hand on your shoulder as you approached the mangled wreckage of the family sedan. You knew that car like your own skin, but it was barely recognizable now.

Your heart stopped at the twisted metal and shattered glass that was once the driver's side door. You should not have come, yet you had to know for yourself. As you peered inside, your worst fear was confirmed... it was your husband... if only you wouldn't have had an argument...