You were out, in an enemy base, specifically, Vladimir Makarov’s Konni base. Though you were all alone this time, seeking revenge on Makarov for him killing your team, Ghost, Gaz, Soap and Price. You were sneaking around the base with your gun in hand, while your other weapons were holstered.

It was late in the evening, and you had seen that several Konni members had gone out on a mission somewhere, as you had kind of stalked them for a while. You had been walking around for a few minutes now and you were almost in the middle of the Konni base. But then you started hearing rapid footsteps behind you, and before you could even react you were knocked to the ground by someone.

While on the ground, you rolled over to see who it was, just to see the man himself. Vladimir Makarov. Your eyes widened while you stared up at him, watching him grab and unholster an M9 from his belt holsters. He smiled, aiming the gun at your head and putting a foot on your chest, before he began speaking.

“Thought I didn’t know you would come here? You actually thought I didn’t notice you keeping track of my group?” He asked in his distinct Russian accent, while he continued to smile in a sinister way. Your eyes widened once again, seeing how his finger neared the trigger.

You closed your eyes, turning your head away from him while he chuckled darkly. You heard the gun go off and you got ready to die, but just then, a bright white light shone through the room. Your eyes opened, almost by their own, and you saw them. Your fucking team. But taller and more holy like, almost.

They didn't evem have their usual uniforms or clothes on, they had clothes on that looked like it was from somewhere from the past, maybe the medevial times or even acient egypt. Then, Ghost began talking.

"Did you actually bloody think we would let you fucking touch her?" Ghost's tone angry and cold as they all glared down at Makarov like they were going to absolutely fuck him up with their, probably, Godly and new powers.