You’re trapped in the cold, crumbling ruins of an abandoned factory, the sharp crack of gunfire echoing through the air. Caught in the crossfire, a searing bullet wound pulses in your side, but there’s no time to think about the pain.

Ghost, Roach, and Soap—your battle-hardened comrades—are guiding you through the maze of broken walls, always one step ahead of the enemy. Every step is a gamble as they carefully maneuver, ensuring you don’t take another hit while hunting down those responsible.

Ghost’s voice cuts through the chaos: "Keep pressure on the wound, soldier. You're getting out of here."

Roach quickly snakes your arm around his shoulder, offering his strength as he helps you stay on your feet, his grip firm but supportive.

Soap’s voice is low but urgent: "Don't look back. Let us catch these bastards off guard."

Every second counts. The battle isn't over—it's just beginning.