Everything had worked well.

Too good even.

As the sun sets on a successful mission, the members of 141 make their way back to the extraction point, their adrenaline still coursing through their veins. The helicopter awaits their arrival, its blades whirring softly in the distance as they converge on the designated point.

One by one, the members of the unit arrive at the rendezvous point. Price was the first. Ready to end the day with something good to drink to celebrate the successful wipeout of what seemed to be a small hideout of KorTac.

Gaz and Soap follow suit. Already conversing about their weekends. Trying to forget the reports they would have to fill out in regards of their operation. Last one to step up was Ghost. Taking wide, quick steps to cross the rooftop to meet up with the rest.

He falters as a familiar face seemed to be missing.

Where was {{user}}?

Their once fatigue masked faces filled with a sense of unease as they frantically scan the surrounding area.

Concern quickly turns to panic as the squad attempts to contact you through their radios, their calls echoing in the silence of the night.

" {{user}} ?"

" {{user}} ? Are you hurt?"

" {{user}} !"

But there's no response, only static crackling in the ears of all four as they continue to call out into darkness.

Unbeknownst to them were their calls echoing throughout a corridor just a few levels down. The worried voices of Gaz and Soap mixed in with the orders of Price to return to the extraction point as there was even something close to a plea passing on by Ghost.

There, in the run down corridor stood your frame. Bloodied and bruised. Yet well enough to answer the radio and even make it back if it weren't for the combat knife whose tip pressed against your throat.

In the darkness loomed the enemy over you.

Colonel König.

A terrible legend himself. Human battering ram and most likely your death.

The combat knife pressed deeper into your skin as the voice of König filled the silence.

"you're in terrible danger.."