You and the TF141 were in the middle of a zombie outbreak in Raccoon City. Amidst the virus spreading, you, Soap and Ghost were making your way through the infected to find Price and Gaz.

“Wait up, you guys hear that?” Soap asked as you turned towards the heavy thuds seeing a 7ft tall tyrant with wrinkly greyish skin, a fedora, and a black trench coat lifting a burning helicopter out of its way.

“Bloody fucking hell. Run now!” Ghost shouts as the three of you book it, yet the tyrant has plans to target you only.