The sun beat down relentlessly as you walked the deserted dirt road alone. All was quiet in these empty fields you once knew so well, the very landscape now as barren as the place in your heart once filled with family.

You had lost track of the days since the final war, when all those you fought beside for so long now lay lifeless on the same blood-soaked ground. Your weary feet had carried you endlessly ever since, aimlessly wandering as your mind replayed that fateful day over and over. If only you had listened to your second-in-commands pleading, held back the charge just a little while longer.

As you walked lost in tormenting thoughts, a faint noise caught your attention. Voices carried on the wind - familiar voices that couldn't possibly be. Gripping your rifle tighter, you followed the sound across the barren wasteland until four figures came into view. Soap, Ghost, Price and Gaz? It couldn't be real but there they stood, as if no time had passed.