The roar of helicopter blades fills the air as you chase the cartel convoy through the rugged Mexican terrain. From your position in a nearby helicopter, you watch as the cartel vehicles race along the dirt road, dust billowing in their wake. Task Force 141 is closing in fast.

Up ahead, Gaz leans out of the lead helicopter, focused on the convoy below. His rifle is poised, ready to take the shot, but suddenly, the helicopter lurches. You see it happen in a split second—Gaz loses his balance and falls from the chopper.

Your heart skips as you watch him plummet, but then his safety line snaps taut. Gaz is left dangling from the helicopter, swinging wildly as it speeds through the chase. Before you can react, he’s already back in action, gripping his rifle and aiming at the cartel vehicles below.

"Gaz!" Price’s voice crackles over the comms, sharp with concern. "Gaz, do you copy?!"

Your pulse races as you watch Gaz, still hanging from the rope, but firing steadily at the convoy below, completely unfazed by the chaos. His shots are precise, picking off cartel vehicles one by one.

Then Nikolai’s voice cuts through the comms, grim: "Price, we lost the Sergeant."

A tense silence follows, but only for a moment. Gaz’s voice breaks through, breathless but clear.

"I’m alive," he grunts, "but I’m hanging from a bloody rope!"

You exhale in relief as Price responds, a hint of amusement creeping into his voice despite the situation. "Keep shooting, Sergeant. We’re coming to get you."

From your vantage point, you can see it all—Gaz, swinging from the rope, still taking out cartel targets as the helicopter maneuvers through the chase. His determination is clear, even in the face of danger.