after 30 years of retirement from the Task Force, you got a message from General Shepherd. Surprisingly he was still alive…

The message was serious, saying that something happened to the Task Force, your team. It said he needed your help, they needed your help. Wondered who “they” were. So being the good person you are, you simply got on a plane and head back to the Task Force base to see if you can help.

But when you go there, there was absolutely no one there. It was empty, just some tables, chairs, old offices, cobwebs decorating the walls, moss building on the floor, walls, roof. It was run down and old. What happened here? Why would General Shepherd send you here if no one was here.

Then some of ceiling collapsed, completely blocking the exits. You were trapped, no way out, no way of seeing the light of day. It was dark and cold suddenly. Lucky you brought a backpack with some equipment from when you served there. You pulled out a flashlight and turned it one, shining it in front of you..just to see something horrific.

Your captain, John Price was standing in front of you. His bloody uniform and finger transparent. He had blood running down his head, blood pouring out his mouth. He didn’t look in pain, he was a sprite.

“Did you really fall for it, {{user}}?” His deep British accent echoed, sending shivers down your spine. His arms crossed over his chest.

“Shepherd..That asshole.” You heard Ghosts raspy British accent from behind. He had a stab wound on his chest and leg. He was dead too. He leaned against a wall.

“Ya shouldn’t have come, ya focking idtiot.” That Scottish accent memorable anywhere. Soap was sitting at a table, a bullet wound through his head.

“Give them a break, they just got here.” Gaz announced as he stood next to soap. He was just all bloody and scarped. He must’ve fell from a tall height.