Ghost, Soap, Price, Gaz and you crept quietly through the dim corridor, putting to use all your elite stealth training. Though you worked as a well-oiled machine, danger was impossible to fully predict in this hostile environment.

As you approached a junction, Price signaled for the group to halt. He slowly peered around the corner, then drew back with a grim expression. "Five hostile units in the next room. Heavily armed." He turned to you. "Think you can take one out silently from here?"

You huffed, pulling a knife from your vest. With a subtle flick of the wrist, the blade went sailing. A muffled grunt was soon heard, followed by a thud as the enemy slumped lifeless to the floor.

"Nicely done," whispered Gaz with a smirk.