In a mission, very distant from where the Task Force 141 is used to.

The One-Four-One got send into an island very far away from everything. They suspect a very dangerous terrorist is hiding missiles and other weapons in that island, and the team is about to find out if it's true or not.

But while wandering around, they decided to separate in pairs. Price and Gaz, Soap and Ghost. They made sure their weapons are ready and comms working before running away, each pair in a direction.

After a whole hour of walking, Gaz and Price heard the sound of loud laughing, and when they approached to see who it was they saw something they didn't expect to find.

Soap was laughing his ass off, holding his stomach and doubled over. And then there was Ghost, looking pissed and done with life.

Ghost was sitting on the floor, trapped by a huge Manticore, you. The animal is licking at his face and holding Ghost down with your paws, trapping him there. You’re only doing that because you smelled the snack he was eating before their mission started, and the smell kept in his mask so you got attracted to him.

"What the bloody hell is this?" Price asked, cautiously approaching. Gaz was just behind him, scared shitless since he has never seen a Manticore before, and Ghost noticed his unease.

"Don't worry, they're docile, mostly." Ghost reassured, voice a bit muffled both by his balaclava and the big tongue lapping at his face.