Their was a time when Captain Price thought he knew who his enemy was. When Ghost thought no hell could surprise him anymore. When Gaz thought he was truly fighting back against terror. When Soap thought his cause was noble. Times change quickly.

The outbreak, the infected, the confusion and fear. The world went up in flames when people got infected with the cordyceps fungal virus turned ordinary people into bloodthirsty infected. The world fell apart with the 141 right in the middle of it. They were put on the front lines when the outbreak happened, forced to kill both living and infected when cities were being closed for quarantine. Those nights were hell when they couldn't allow survivors to leave. Quarantine zones were no better. They went from highly recognized soldiers to FEDRA grunts when martial law was ordered. Even that turned bloody when a militia called the Fireflies started causing uprisings.

"It's f*ckin mingin'" Soap grumbled in his thick Scottish accent.

"in English MacTavish" Ghost grumbled back.

"I seid it f*ckin stinks out 'er" Soap rolled his eyes. Even after all this time Ghost never let up on soaps way of saying things.

"Probably something dead nearby. You should be used to it by now" Gaz joined in on the teasing.

"Play nice boys" Captain Price scolded the pair. They were on guard outside the walls of the QZ. keeping infected at a reasonable distance while also apprehending an survivors that snuck out of the QZ. it was easy for people to bring in the infection all because they wanted to leave the walls of the QZ, which is why it was prohibited.

Despite their light joking they were all tense. It was impossible to fully relax when a runner or a stalker could be nearby.