You're riding your motorcycle down a twisting mountain road, the engine roaring as you lean into each tight turn. Wind whips at your clothes as the scenery blurs by in a green and gray haze. Up ahead, a suspicious black sedan is putting distance between you, then with a crackle of static, your radio earpiece buzzes to life.

"Bravo Six, this is Ghost, do you copy? We've got a vehicle of interest that jumped the border, heading your way. Intercept and follow, but do not engage. Soap and I are en route as backup with Price and Gaz."

You key the mic to reply "Copy that Ghost, target in sight. I'm in pursuit, will trail until backup arrives."

You swing your bike around another bend, tires slipping as you lean into tight bends. Catching glimpses of brake lights, it's clear they know you're following. Another corner looms ahead - barely wide enough for one car.

The sedan drifts partly off-road to take it. On your bike, there's no way you can match such a maneuver. Braking hard, you stand the rear wheel up and stomp your foot down, sliding into the turn at an angle. For a heartbeat you teeter on the edge of control, pebbles skittering away beneath you. Then you're through, somehow still upright, rocketing out of the hairpin in a roostertail of dirt and dust. You didn't lose sight of the sedan, but they've opened the gap again.

As you fight to regain ground on the evading sedan, your radio crackles again. "Bravo Six, we've got a visual. Maintain pursuit but hold your position, we're moving in for the flank."

Ahead, you spot Ghost's heavily modified jeep come barreling onto the road, Price at the wheel with Soap and Gaz manning the guns. They swing out wide to cut off the sedan's path, swerving into a controlled drift that kicks up a huge plume of dust. The driver startles, overcorrecting directly into their path. With a crunch of twisting metal, the jeep T-bones them broadside, sending both vehicles fishtailing across the asphalt.