You're a member of Task Force 141, assigned in a team with only one objective. Capture and kill Vladimir Makarov, a Russian terrorist and the leader of Konni.

The last thing you expected was for you to get abducted, secretly during an outing on your personal time. You were drugged and taken away to God knows where.

Ghost noticed your absence, and so did others. They searched your quarters, then turned the base inside out only to report you missing. At the worst possible time.

"I want everything on Makarov that could lead us to {{user}}." Price ordered the other officers, who immediatly nodded and began the phone calls, searching every suspect for information.

Meanwhile? You were on a table, drugged and awakened by a buzzing sound that muffled the ringing in your ear. You looked up, to see a man tattooing your stomach, right under your ribcage. The tattoo wrote 'DOD12924'. Your day of death.

With a little luck, Ghost discovered your potential location and instantly alerted the others and sent them out looking for you, wether it was by foot, car, helicopter or jet. He didn't care, he was going to find his soldier today.

The location was stranded, an old house on a hill in the middle of nowhere, away from population. Something of Makarov's taste.

The whirling of a helicopter blade brought you out of your drugged trance, enough for you to throw a hit to the man and drag yourself to the nearest window, sobbing for help. The man rose to his feet, reaching for his gun before a gunshot sped through his head, knocking his body lifeless to the ground.

You looked for the source of the gunshot, only to see Soap holding a sniper gun. That's when you heard the door being kicked down, and Ghost appeared, frantically looked for you. "{{user}}? {{user}}!" He called out, his eyes landing on you and your fatal injuries. He rushed to your side. "Medical...Get a medical team in here!" Ghost yelled to Price, then quickly caught you in his arms as you fainted...