The jungle was eerily quiet as your squad moved through the dense brush, senses on high alert for any sign of the enemy's alleged weapons depot. Price was at the head of the group, snake-like in his stealthy navigation of the terrain. Soap and Ghost flanked either side, scouting for movement with their eyes and electronics. Gaz watched the rear, his sharp eyes missing no detail.

You had just begun to question the intel when the blasts came without warning. A hail of grenades rained down from the trees above, followed immediately by cracked gunfire from all sides.

"Ambush! Spread out!" Price bellowed over the chaos as he ducked behind a large rock. It was impossible to tell how many assailants surrounded you - they seemed to be pouring from every hidden crevice in the jungle.

Heart pounding, you ducked instinctively for cover and risked scanning the battlefield. Soap was already returning fire, picking off insurgents with precision. Nearby, Ghost had melted into the undergrowth, no doubt about to unleash hell on the enemy from their own blind spots. Gaz had broken left and was stalking towards the heaviest bursts of rifle fire, his SMG spraying devastation.