The night air was thick with tension as you and Task Force 141 slinked through the abandoned industrial complex. The mission was straightforward: infiltrate the facility, secure intelligence on Konni's group movements, and exfiltrate without detection. The stakes were high; the information was critical to undermining Konni's operations.

With each step, your team moved silently through the maze of rusted machinery and shadowed corridors. Your squad, expertly trained in stealth, communicated through hand signals and hushed whispers. As you approached the target area, you could see the faint glow of computer screens through the narrow gaps in the doorway. The data files you needed were inside.

You and Captain Price worked in tandem, expertly bypassing the electronic lock and slipping inside. The room was dimly lit, filled with a cacophony of blinking lights and humming servers. You quickly accessed the terminal and began downloading the files. The mission was going smoothly—until the sudden burst of gunfire shattered the quiet.

“Contact! Ambush!” Price’s voice crackled through your earpiece.

You barely had time to react before the room erupted into chaos. Makarov’s men had caught onto your presence. You sprinted towards the exit, narrowly avoiding a volley of bullets. The narrow corridors twisted and turned, and you lost sight of your teammates in the confusion.

Desperate to find a safe haven, you stumbled through a door and into what appeared to be an empty, dusty room. Your breathing was ragged, heart pounding as you tried to collect your thoughts.

Suddenly, a hand clamped over your mouth, pulling you back against a solid chest. A needle was pressed to your neck.

Your instincts kicked in. You grabbed the man’s wrist, trying to prevent the needle from delivering its contents. The man’s voice was low, with a distinct Russian accent.

“Let go of my wrist and relax,” the voice commanded with chilling calmness.

You recognized that voice immediately. It was Makarov himself, you felt his breath over your neck.