The briefing room buzzed with tension as a grainy video of Task Force 141’s latest attack played. Your commander’s voice cut through the silence.

“Task Force 141 has gone rogue. Your mission: stop them before they strike again.”

You clenched your fists, staring at Price’s face on the screen. “They used to be heroes. What happened?”

“Doesn’t matter,” your teammate said. “They’ve got blood on their hands now.”

At a desolate industrial complex, you spotted Soap planting charges. Raising your comms, you whispered, “I’ve got eyes on MacTavish.”

Before your team could respond, Soap’s head snapped up, his smirk disarming. “Didn’t think anyone’d come for us directly.”

“Drop the detonator,” you demanded, but Ghost emerged from the shadows, his blade narrowly missing.

“You should’ve stayed away,” Ghost growled.

“You were supposed to be the good guys!” you snapped, gun trained on both.

Price stepped forward, calm but commanding. “We’re fixing a broken system. Collateral damage is necessary.”