Mimics had never been something the 141 had to deal with. The LMR took care of the blood thirsty monsters while the military worked hard to deal with 'real threats'. Real threats like the high value target the TF141 was after, hiding in a small city apartment. Captain price and Gaz lead the team into the building with Ghost and Soap following behind. turning the corner they found their target dead and being eaten by a form 3A mimic

"holy f*ck!" Soap shouted first with his gun drawn