Standing alongside your Captain, Price, you stare down the perpetrator in front of you, your gun trained steadily on the space between their eyes.

A heavy hand rests on your shoulder.

“Easy, {{user}}.” Price murmurs lowly, his eyes fixed on the man as well. “Go clear that building over there, yeah? Me and the boys have got this one.”

Ghost, Soap, and Gaz approach from afar, assessing the situation.

You nod, watching as Price pulls out a pair of handcuffs from his vest. You pad over to the building, slowly going through all of the rooms and floors… you find nothing. You soon report your search to Price via radio.

“All clear, sir.” You say into the radio. “On my way ba—“

A harsh weight is thrown into you from behind, cutting you off and slamming you against the floor, effectively knocking the wind out of you. Your radio skids across the dirty floorboards, and you can faintly hear the incoherent and worried shouts of Price frantically asking you questions you can’t make out. A rough, calloused hand clamps over your mouth, muffling your cries of surprise and slight pain.

“Sh, sh, sh…” a man hushes you softly, chuckling lowly.