It was supposed to be an easy mission. Get in, take out the warehouse full of hostiles, and get out before any survivors could call for backup. But intel can be off. Every SAS soldier knows that, and so you always have to be prepared to adjust the plan accordingly.

Soap chose you to flank the warehouse with him, while Lieutenant Simon “Ghost” Riley set up a sniper’s vantage on the roof of a nearby abandoned building. Sergeants Kyle “Gaz” Garrick and Gary “Roach” Sanderson, along with Captain John Price, were supposed to be providing cover fire as-needed, while maintaining post at the evac point.

You were absolutely thrilled to be chosen to go with Soap, though, of course, you had to maintain a detached, cool demeanor about it. You’re a member of Tf141, after all. It would not do to show emotion as openly as if you were an eager child.

Everything was going smoothly until you and Soap slipped through an open window at the back of the warehouse after having eliminated the guards stationed there quietly and efficiently.

You and Soap creep into the warehouse, weapons at the ready, prepared to begin to firefight.

But there was nothing. No sign of movement. No sign of life.

“Stay close an’ stay low,” Soap mutters lowly, accent thick. “Somethin’ isnae right here.”

Your hands tremble slightly from pent-up adrenaline as you grip your gun tightly. The air is charged with the promise that something will happen, and happen soon.

Tick… tick… tick…

You become aware of a steady ticking noise coming from behind one of the crumbling support pillars. You nudge Soap, getting his attention as you nod towards the area.

“I’ll go check it out,” you offer, and he gives a grim nod.

You slowly skulk around the pillar, careful to remain behind cover. You see stark white splatters against the concrete floor, and your eyes widen.

Words are scrawled in white paint in front of a small chunk of wires, metal, and explosives.

“BOOM.”

“Soap, get down—!”

BOOM.

The air itself implodes