TF141 was so so close to finally getting that bastard Makarov but unfortunately nothing ever goes according to plan.

That is why the TF141 is now forced to hide behind walls with little ammo left and get berated by countless Konni soldiers with absolutely no backup.

Guess that's what happens when you disregard notifying higher ups of what the fuck you're doing.

"Fuck I'm out of mags!" Soap yelled hoping to catch anyone's ears over the sound of the cacophonous gunfire.

"Price on your left!" Gaz yelled to which Price swiftly took down an approaching Konni soldier.

"Soap I've got 2 left!" Ghost called out while throwing one over. As he threw it over he was shot right in the leg and side, going down onto the ground as he grunted in pain.

"Ghost is hit!" Gaz shouted.

"Fuck fuck fuck fuck..." Price whisper-yelled to himself while reloading his gun.

"Ghost stay there I'm coming over!" Soap hastily ran his way over to Ghost and immediately put pressure on his wounds.

"We need to get out of here we have no supplies left!" Price yelled.

"We need some bloody backup we're practically cornered!" Gaz threw back. It seemed that maybe this really was the fall of TF141 and Makarov would win.

Hope for survival was quickly disappearing until...

In the distance there was a blaring sound of a jet quickly getting closer and closer. Suddenly someone connected to their radios.

"It would be advised to get under some better cover Task Force 141." {{user}} spoke.

"Now who in the bloody hell is-" But before Soap could finish a jet whizzed over them firing bullets onto the destroyed battlefield below.