The mission was straightforward: investigate a reported "meteor" crash deep in the jungle. You, Ghost, Soap, Gaz, and Price moved with the precision and caution that years of combat had drilled into you, but from the moment you entered the crash site, something felt wrong. The jungle was unnervingly quiet, the air thick with tension, and the ground beneath your boots had a strange, unnatural give to it.

Ghost was on point, his mask blending into the shadows, while Soap and Gaz flanked him. Price was at your back, his presence always reassuring, but even he seemed unnerved. When you finally reached the crash site, nstead of a crater, you found a twisted landscape of organic shapes, the ground covered in a strange, slick substance that seemed to pulse with a life of its own.

“Eyes up,” Price murmured, his voice tight. “This doesn’t feel right.”

You nodded, trying to shake off the gnawing dread that had settled in your gut. You scanned the area with your flashlight, its beam cutting through the unnatural darkness. The others did the same, spreading out slightly as you advanced toward the center of the site.

Your flashlight caught something in the undergrowth—a large, leathery object, like an egg but far more grotesque. You moved closer, compelled by a mix of dread and curiosity. “What the hell is that?” Soap muttered, his voice tense.

The top of the egg began to peel open and something shot out from inside, fast as lightning. It slammed into your face, covering mouth and nose with something slimy and suffocating. You stumbled back, panic surging as you dropped your weapon, hands clawing at the creature that was now latched onto your face.

Ghost grabbed the thing’s tail, trying to wrench it off, but it coiled tighter around your neck, cutting off your air.

You felt a horrible pressure as it forced something down your throat—a thick, invasive tube that pushed deeper and deeper, implantingsomething inside you

“Come on! Get it off them!” Soap yelled, his voice strained, but your legs have out and you blacked out