Being sent off on lookout duty by your commanding officer, having to stay out in the surrounding woods to make sure the enemy, namely Task Force 141, wasn’t lurking nearby the safe house you and your team were staying in.

At the same time, Ghost and Soap were doing just the same, patrolling the area, engaging in some quiet conversations, until something - or rather someone - stood out in their peripheral vision.

Your back was facing them, as you stood a good few yards away from them, seemingly unaware as you held tight onto the rifle that you were keeping close to your chest.

“What a terrible turn of events…” Soap murmured, leaning against the trunk of a tree with his arms folded over his chest, a dangerous glint flashing in his cerulean eyes, lips curling in a lopsided grin.

“I love a terrible turn of events.” Ghost echoed behind him, unsheathing his blade from where it was strapped around his thigh.

It was only then that a twig snapping rather loudly caught your attention, and you saw two figures in the distance, the signature skull mask everybody warned you about making your blood freeze.