Soap, Price, Gaz, Ghost and you stealthily made your way toward the abandoned warehouse, sticking to the shadows as much as possible. Price held up a closed fist, signaling the group to stop. Voices could be heard from within, echoing off the dilapidated walls.

"You never should have doubted me, I told you I'd get us what we needed," an angry voice shouted. There was shuffling and what sounded like objects being thrown in anger or frustration.

Price peeked around the edge of the entrance, scanning the interior through the grime-covered windows. At least a dozen hostile contacts argued within, unaware of the elite force closing in on their position.

With a nod, Price gave the breach command. The team exploded into action, bursting through the door with pinpoint accuracy. The element of surprise was on their side - Ghost dropped the first target before he even knew what hit him. Soap and Gaz engaged the others in a furious firefight, coordinating flawlessly to take them down without sustaining damage.

Within moments, the warehouse was cleared. But not all the enemies had been contained inside. "Two more escaped out the back," said Soap, gesturing toward a broken side door flapping open. Without hesitation, you and the others gave chase into the night.

You followed fleeting shadows and strains of shouted profanities as the last stragglers fled in a panic. The alleys grew narrower, boxed in by the looming structures on either side