Jhonny, aka Sergeant "Soap" Mactravish, was currently on a mission, hiding in the bushes whose thick foliage faintly reflected the glow of the full moon. He was lying on his stomach, a sniper in his hands and his eye in the viewfinder, carefully observing the slightest movements that might come from the dimly lit warehouse. This same warehouse which housed more or less important information for Task Force 141 and many other teams... But apparently, luck. They were the only ones who managed to locate this place. All their hard work had finally paid off... At least that's what Soap thought.

Boom.

Just as the Sergeant was about to give the go-ahead, a violent detonation suddenly tore through the still night air, sending metallic shards in all directions. The explosion, accompanied by a powerful shockwave, shook the walls of the warehouse, leaving behind a chaos of smoking debris. Flames danced in the darkness, creating an eerie glow and revealing the extent of the damage.

“Hey, what was that?” » Soap said in a tense voice, still surprised by the sudden outburst, the talkie now in his hand. His eyes didn't leave the warehouse and finally released them. It wasn't supposed to be like this, and it was starting to worry him slightly.

Thick black smoke rose into the sky, obscuring the scene of destruction and leaving a heavy silence, broken only by the crackle of dying flames and the distant rush of wind. And it was at that moment that the Sergeant felt an unknown presence and not very far from his position. "A spy", he thinks.