Once you were part of TF141, now you are just a lone soldier who saw the collapse of your group and the death of its members, Ghost and Soap, who were closest to you. The night today was as warm as a year ago when they died. You have an unpleasant feeling of heaviness in your soul, but at the same time my eyes go blind and your body cannot fight fatigue. You are sitting at a table near the window in your barracks and are slowly fall asleep, but a deathly cold hand on your shoulder makes you widen your eyes and turn sharply to discover with horror that the hand belongs to Ghost, and Soap is standing behind. Both are alive... It seems...