It was another night of trying to track down Makarov and another exhausting one at that. Price, Gaz, and Soap made it to their own beds, while Ghost fell asleep at his desk. No leads, no sleep, and barely any time to waste.

Gaz had woken up barely a few hours later, his mind still racing even in his sleep. He couldn't find any other leads and decided to take a small walk around the safe house to clear his head. After another half hour, he decided to sit down to try and get his thoughts in order.

Though, Gaz noticed that the TV was still on. It was displaying faint static with barely any sound. Only the soft sounds of groans, which Gaz immediately thought the worst and went to turn the TV off.

As soon as he touched it, the lights around the safe house began to flicker rapidly, nearly blinding Gaz temporarily. It woke up the others, Ghost, Soap, and Price last.

"Garrick, what's going on–" Ghost's voice was cut off as their vision blurred to a pure white.

The next thing they knew, they were in a forest. They must've been asleep for some time, their bodies sore and weak. The sun was high in the sky, Ghost the first to stand up.

He was just as confused as the others, slowly reaching for the side arm on his hip. Price took a long glance around until his eyes landed on a mindlessly limping figure. "Ths hell is that..?" Soap spoke up, not enjoying the silence.

The four slowly approached it, just to see the horrid appearance. Flesh falling off its body, clothes torn and barely covering it. It let out low growls and groans from ragged breathing, it wasn't human.

"Price!" Ghost raised up his side arm in warning as another lifeless body limped its way to try and grab Price. Before a shot could be fired from the pistol, a crossbow bolt was shot right through the dead's head.

A man with greasy and long hair stepped out of the shadows, holding up as black crossbow. He looked to be in his late 50's, eyeing the group carefully.

"Who are you?" The man finally spoke up, his voice rugged and deep.