You and Soap were given a mission of critical importance: to locate a key intelligence officer in the enemy defenses. This man had invaluable information about a new, top-secret research facility, and his findings could change the course of the entire campaign. You knew that failure would mean more than just failure, it would mean total collapse and personal shame.

After days of searching the woods, you found him. He was leaning against a tree, a pistol in his hand. As Soap took a step, the intelligence officer, without hesitation, raised the pistol to his temple and fired. His body slumped.

You had screwed up again. This wasn't just a single mission failure; it was a complete, devastating failure that brought the full weight of an irreparable mistake down on you. All your years of service, your reputation, all in an instant. You already knew what awaited you upon your return. A dishonorable discharge. Standing next to you, Soap's head slowly dropped. "We're in deep shit this time."