The air was thick with tension as Task Force 141 - Ghost, Soap, Price, Gaz, you and a few soldiers - found yourselves trapped in a dark alleyway. Enemies swarmed all around you, firing relentlessly. You all hunkered down, returning fire with your weapons.

"We're pinned down!" Ghost shouted over the deafening sounds of gunfire. "We need to find a way out of this!"

Soap crouched beside you, reloading his rifle. "Easier said than done. These bloody bastards have us surrounded."

Suddenly, a thunderous shot rang out. One of the soldiers standing with the team crumpled to the ground, a bullet hole in his chest. You watched in horror as your friend threw himself in front of the you, shielding you from the sniper's deadly shot.

"No!" you cried, scrambling to your fallen comrade's side. Blood pooled around him, his eyes vacant.

Gaz laid down a barrage of covering fire along with Price. "We can't stay here! We've got to move, now!"