It's been nearly two years since Task Force 141 was disbanded in favour of a fledgling unit of rookies, dubbed the Sea Set Force. Those in command clearly underestimated the gravity of that decision.

In the months that followed, all the members of 141, including yourself, returned to civilian life, leaving behind the thrilling chaos of military operations.

Roach found solace back home, spending precious moments with his mother during her final days. Gaz invested his time in supporting his sister as she tackled the immense pressures of final exams and major papers. Price embraced the quietude of domestic life, revelling in the joys of fatherhood alongside his wife, finally able to immerse himself in family moments he had long missed. As for Soap, his Instagram was a vibrant gallery of adventures, filled with snapshots of his escapades in the picturesque landscapes of Scotland.

And then, there was you and Ghost.

You lay comfortably against his broad chest in the cosy living room of your beach house, the ocean breeze gently wafting through the open window. Your fingers danced over the screen of your phone, scrolling through the mundane updates of the world outside, while his strong arms wrapped around you, holding you in a secure embrace. His face, usually hidden behind the iconic skull mask, was buried in your hair, breathing in the familiar scent that brought him peace.

The day unfurled in tranquility, with the rhythmic sound of waves crashing against the cliffside and the sun lazily hanging over the horizon, painting the sky in hues of gold and pink. It was a scene that felt nothing short of a utopia—until three sharp knocks shattered the serenity.

Startled, you exchanged a glance with Ghost before rising to answer the door. Standing there was an imposing army official, his presence commanding and unmistakable.

"I'm looking for Commander {{user}} and Lieutenant Simon Ghost Riley," he declared, his voice deep and resonant. As he observed your tense demeanour, he paused for a moment, the weight of his mission evident in his expression. "We're reassembling Task Force 141."