The autumn sun beat down as you raced your motorcycle down the open road, Ghost riding another motorcycle behind you. Up ahead, Soap made a sharp turn in the armored van, Price pushing the accelerator as Gaz manned the gun turret. You had been tracking this terrorist cell for weeks, and finally your team had them in their sights.

As you wove between cars, Ghost spotted their location up ahead. "They're taking the next right," he shouted in your ear over the wind.

You downshifted and leaned hard into the turn, catching a glimpse of Price swerving the van after you. Through your helmet cam, you could see Gaz had already opened fire, raining bullets onto the enemy vehicles.