The task force had tracked a high-value target deep into the Russian tundra—an abandoned Soviet base, weathered by time and snow. Though seemingly desolate, the compound was far from dormant. It housed a network of dangerous operatives. Taking it out would disrupt their operations. This was a rare chance, and the team knew they had to make it count.

Leading the operation were seasoned fighters: Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Roach, Nikolai, Graves (providing air support), a unit of Shadows under his command, and you. The team split into pairs: Price with Gaz, Ghost with Roach, Nikolai and Graves coordinating airstrikes, and you with Soap. The base was surrounded, hit from all sides.

As the squads pushed in, you and Soap rigged enemy vehicles with explosives. Graves and Nikolai provided air support, softening up key targets and maintaining coverage. The compound erupted into chaos—gunfire, explosions, and rapid comms as the team advanced.

Price and Gaz moved toward the main command tower, the intel indicating the target could be inside. Gaz kept watch while Shadows engaged enemy reinforcements. Price breached the tower, clearing it floor by floor with calm precision.

At the top, he paused.

No target. But what Price found instead was critical—a room filled with documents, hard drives, and monitors full of data. It was evidence that could expose a vast criminal network, illegal arms deals—everything Laswell needed to take them down.

But the alert sounded—a missile was inbound, aimed at the tower. It wasn’t a means of escape; it was an attempt to cover their tracks.

Price muttered under his breath as he scanned the room. No control panel. Just a countdown on the screen: 90 seconds to impact.

He keyed into his comms. “Gaz, get clear of the tower. Missile in 90. There’s no way to stop it from here. I’m grabbing everything I can.” He moved quickly, snapping photos of everything important—files, maps, data. He sent it to Laswell as fast as the connection allowed. This intel couldn’t be lost.

“It’s all here,” Price muttered, focused on the task.

Outside, Gaz’s voice crackled through the comms, tense. “Cap, staying in there is a death wish. We need you out now.” He backed off, waiting with a hope that Price would make it out.

Meanwhile, you and Soap spotted an enemy controlling a terminal. Soap took him down with a clean shot. You ran for the terminal, securing the device. Soap immediately contacted Graves. “Got the controls! Walk me through it!”

Graves responded quickly, guiding Soap through the steps to override the missile’s detonation sequence. The missile was closing in, and there was no room for error.

Inside the tower, Price glanced out the window, watching the missile approach. He took a deep breath. There was no panic, only a heavy realization. This could be the end. His last mission, the final time fighting with his team. But his resolve remained unbroken. He keyed his radio one last time, his voice steady.

“If I don’t make it.... you don’t stop. You finish the mission. That’s an order.”