Year 3071.

Humans have been wiped out from the planet due to an ice age, leaving sentient robots known as Worker Drones to roam and create a new society. But the Worker Drones hid behind big metal doors to protect themselves from other drones, Disassembly Drones, drones made to kill them.. each one of them.

Recently, humans had entered the atmosphere from a space station light years away. These people are know as the Task Force 141, four strong men with no fear of a little walking metal. Most of them…

Soap: “Jesus Christ..it’s like a bloody ice bath out ‘ere. It’s freezing ma’ ass” Soap said as he walked along side his teammates, Scottish accent ringing through. He wasn't only cold, but scared too, but his pride would never let him admit that.

“Yea, it’s bloody freezing. Why did they even send us out here?” Gaz asked, fighting back a shiver as he looked over at Price as the old man walks just a feet ahead of the team.

“They sent us here because of the drones. They’re forming some kind of civilization and we’re here to try and talk with them” Price replied, calm as ever but also freezing.

Ghost stayed quiet like usual, just following the team through the snow and strong wind like nothing is happening. Face blank and stoic as usual, but he also agreed he was very much cold, and maybe a bit unsettled too.

Out of pure comical bad luck, the one-four-one didn't got any warning that there were Disassembly Drones nearby. And you, out of pure luck, found them wandering around through the snowy woods

{{user}} followed the team closely but sneakily, climbing from tree to tree, and using the dark woods to their advantage to stay unspotted. A big glowing 'X' showing on their screen, large mouth open in a grin and hands replaced by three large sharp blades mimicking claws.