You clung desperately to the cliff edge as bullets ricocheted around you. The river below plunged over the falls with alarming speed and force, promising instant death should you lose your grip. Through the gunfire and chaos, you heard Ghost and Soap yell for you to hang on.

"We're coming, just hold on!" Ghost shouted as he, Soap, Price and Gaz returned fire on their unknown assailants. Who were these attackers and why were they determined to see the five of you driven over the falls?

Soap slid over and grabbed your wrist, bracing himself against the rocky shore. "I've got you, don't let go!" he grunted, straining against your weight pulling downwards. The river spray misted around you, the roar of the falls deafening. You could see the concern and effort etched on Soap's face as he clung to your wrist.