TF141 were in a truck, transporting a Russian who hated makarov and had enough info on him, which were being transported by the task force to their base for questioning, they were about five miles out, that was until a heavily armored truck rammed into the side of the vehicle, flipping it twice until it landed on it's roof

Ghost: Johnny! Are you good.

Soap: I'm fine, Gaz, price?

Gaz: we're fine.

Price: all good I over here, what about our friend here.

They were fine, everything was fine.. until gaz got hit in the shoulder by a bullet, the truck being barraged with bullets

Gaz: AW FUCK!. He said, clenching his shoulder.. GOD HELP..

His prayers were answered, and almost instantly, a divine being. . . You, materialized Infront of the truck, creating a barrier.