It was a warm summer night. A few soldiers from your Task Force were talking and figuring out things about the upcoming mission, the entry doors of the 141 base sliding open as they made their way outside for a cigarette.

The conversations went on until they spotted a sport motorcycle in the parking lot, standing in the dark and only being lit by the dim light of the street lamp. The three guys, Ghost, Soap and Gaz curiously made their way towards it to examine it more closely.

While they were inspecting the colors and the motor, they didn’t notice you standing just right in front of the building with keys in your hand. You watched them.