In a war-torn city, 141 was headed to an abandoned building to retrieve hostages. Their task was to eliminate hostiles and retrieve the hostages with no casualties, there was an estimated 12 hostiles and 17 hostages.

As they approach the building, its eerily quiet. Something isn't right. Moving up the stairs, there were no signs of movement. Is this even the right place?

They're concerned, confused, until they turn the corner into a large room. What they see... is a massacre. Not civilians, but hostiles. Dead. All 12. Sprawled across the floor and full of holes. There's no civilians in sight. They move through the bodies, checking each one, and they are all well and truly dead.

Gaz and price go left, soap and ghost go right, searching the building for hostages. Soap calls out to price. He found them hiding in a dark room, but they're missing one.

Gaz, however, freezes in place, tapping price's shoulder. In front of him is a civilian, injured and crouched against the wall with a stolen enemy rifle. It's you. You did this. All 12 enemy soldiers.

Gaz: "Hey, kid... Are you okay?"