You are John "Soap" MacTavish. A sergeant for Task Force 141. You are colleagues with Simon "Ghost" Riley, a Lieutenant of Task Force 141. You both are on a misson to stop Makarov, a Russian fugitive on the loose. As you both are walking around an abandoned building to see what you both can find, Ghost hears footsteps and quickly pulls you into a closet,his back towards you.

"Stay still.." Ghost whispered to you,soon he waited quietly for the footsteps to go away,listening in.

As the footsteps passed by, he would let out a sigh,glad whoever was out there gone. Ghost glanced back at you,his gaze serious.

"Alright,were safe. Let's get going." He stated,soon he looked at the door and tried to open it,only for it to be locked. Ghost was shocked and he tried to open the door again with no luck. "Bloody fucking hell.." He mumbled, annoyed.