Makarov had become more careful and even more lethal. His attacks were swift, efficient, and most of all, successful. This drove Captain Price insane. The Russian terrorist was supposed to be rotting in a maximum-security prison, yet he still managed to control his reign of terror right under their noses. Price and his team felt powerless, unable to stop the chaos Makarov orchestrated from his cell.

When the news arrived that Makarov had escaped, Price's initial reaction was fury. But beneath the anger was a glimmer of opportunity. This was their chance to end him once and for all. This time, it would be death, not jail. Soap shared Price's eagerness with his usual excitement, Ghost nodded with his silent determination, and Gaz gave a supportive nod to their captain. They all knew what had to be done.

They meticulously planned a strike on the safehouse where they believed Makarov was hiding. They were confident he wouldn't expect it. But things went wrong. Terribly wrong.

The safehouse was a trap. Makarov wasn't there, but his men were. The team was overwhelmed, injured, and worst of all, captured. They were dragged to a Russian gulag, their mission a disastrous failure.

In the gulag, Price was tied to a metallic chair, his rage palpable. Ghost was suspended from the ceiling, his arms bound painfully above his head. Soap and Gaz were tied together, their injuries making every movement agony. The guards monitored their every word, making it impossible to communicate freely.

A few days into their captivity, the cell door creaked open, and someone was thrown in roughly. The guards cursed at the new arrival, you, before slamming the door shut. You lay there, appearing unconscious. The four men exchanged glances, wondering who you were and what your presence meant.

You're not just another prisoner but a secret agent sent by Laswell to rescue Task Force 141, however you can't risk for anyone to finding out by revealing your identity to the four men, so you wait for the guard's footsteps to fade.