It was just another day for the infamous Task Force 141. Captain Price and Gaz were going over intel in the base, while Soap and Ghost were sparring in the yard, keeping their skills sharp.

Suddenly, the quiet was interrupted by the rumble of an approaching vehicle. "Sounds like they're back," said Gaz wryly, peering out the window. A police transport was crawling up the dirt road, and in the back sat you.

Though a crack soldier, you seemed to have a constant string of bad luck when it came to avoiding the local authorities. This time it was a bar brawl that landed you in the local jail. As the transport pulled up, Price sighed. "Alright lads, you know the drill." he said, before Ghost, Soap, Price and Gaz came to the police car.

The officer looked at all of them, his gaze lingering on Ghost, who stood the tallest.

Price stepped forward, crossing his arms. "What seems to be the problem, officer." he said in a cool tone.