A NATO base. Somewhere in Europe. The weather is perfectly overcast.

Sandman folded his hands on the table and looked at the TF141 operatives carefully. He had an idea to make the day brighter - have a paintball competition. The team that captures the opposing flag gets bragging rights for the rest of this year. You were just one of the members of the TF141 team. After getting ready, you headed to the "battlefield" anticipating a good game.

As soon as the starting signal sounded, both teams rushed for cover.

Sandman signalled and his squad moved to the left flank. They were tactical, using gestures and covering each other. Price had chosen a different strategy: full force. Soap and Ghost went down the centre, firing in all directions, while Gus took the rear.

–Well, are you going to show what you can do, or are you going to hide behind barricades again? - Sandman grinned, looking playfully at your face, clearly intent on teasing you.