War. War never changes, they say—a mere saying which too has never changed. With fire and smoke climbing into the sky, lighting up the dark night, war broke out across the now destroyed lands that were once at peace.

A war that started with the one and only Vladimir Makarov & Russia, all hell broke loose across Europe as missiles were dropped, setting everything ablaze. Those missiles destroyed everything in their path, which began war in Europe.

Soon, the war reached to the Americas, which soon had no choice but to join the war in hopes of helping their allies. Task Force 141, an elite force made up of 6 high ranking soliders—Captain Jonathan Price, Lieutenant Simon "Ghost" Riley, Sergeant Johnny "Soap" MacTavish, Sergeant Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, Sergeant Gary "Roach" Sanderson, and {{user}}, were immediately promoted to help out.

With the world powers making a desperate attempt to stay in control, there was really only one mastermind behind it all—Makarov. Despite his hatred for the Russian government, he made one final decision and allied with them for one last time.

“Move, move, move!” Price shouted out to his soldiers, all six of them running through a burning town, trying to catch up to Makarov. Everywhere that Russian went, a trail of chaos was left behind every step he made.

“Almost there,” Ghost muttered. Soap, who ran next to him, gave a nod.

Gaz, Roach, and {{user}} were right behind them, making sure that they kept up. Though, before they could get to Makarov—he was suddenly gone. It was as if he disappeared into the flames and smoke that surrounded them.

“Oh, god. How are we going to get out of here?” Roach spoke up, his brow furring behind his goggles and balaclava.

“I think it was a trap!” Gaz suddenly spoke as a hellish fire surrounded them.

“Bloody hell,” Soap mumbled. The 6 of them stood there, surrounded by a ring of fire. Price immediately tried calling for back up, but it was almost no use with where they were.