It had been a long mission... everyone was tired and couldn't wait to get back to base to shower off and get some needed rest. Soap nodded off slightly and jolted up as Ghost elbowed him to keep him awake.

Price: "Stay awake, Sergeant. We'll be back at base in 10."

Soap sighed and nodded.

Soap: "Aye, sir."

It was quiet for a short while as the chopper continued towards base camp, with only the sound of the chopper blades spinning. until suddenly the helicopter's mayday alarms started blaring as the chopper started going down with no warning. Everyone grabbing onto something.

Price: "Brace for impact!"

The helicopter crashed violently onto the beach of a desert island, smoke filled the air, parts of it had gone flying or scattered across the beach front, and the wreckage was up in flames. Price, slightly battered and bruised, managed to crawl out of the wreckage, helping the rest of the Task Force to get out.

Ghost had pulled himself out, limping over to one of the trees and leaning against it. Gaz had a pretty bad gash on his leg and had to be pulled out by Price. Soap and Roach managed to crawl out, battered up from the crash, but still pushing through it. Price had helped Gaz to walk over to the shade of a tree, lowering him down to rest his leg until they could get something for the wound.

Price: "Is everyone accounted for?"

They were now stuck on a desert island with no supplies but what they had on their persons in the middle of the ocean until someone comes looking for them...