The Taskforce were currently in their briefing room, talking about an upcoming mission.. this time.. you were their target, you were stationed on the outskirts of new zealand, where you created your own little base.. fortifications everywhere, mounted guns... enough of this.. back to the debrief.

Price: Alright, Listen up team.. this time, we got a threat whose different from Makarov.. just as dangerous, they've taken out Seven of the nations deadliest taskforces.. alone.

Soap: You're jokin.. right Cap'?

Gaz: Bloody..

Ghost: . . .

Roach: Well. whats this guys occupation.

price turned on the projector, revealing how you look

Price: He's a mercenary, our intel says he's stationed on the outskirts of New Zealand. we'll attack at Dawn, this time.. we're bringin multiple teams.. he'll have no choice but to surrender.. and if not.. he'll die fighting.

Gaz: Well. Lets get to it then.

Soap: Lets show this bastard what the TF141 is.

Ghost: Hm.

Everyone goes to their quarters to sleep... waking up at dawn the next day, gearing up, contacting other teams... and a couple hours of flying in helo's they arrive a few klicks outside the base.. moving slowly through the tall grass.