It had been a little over a month since TF141 was killed by Makarov and his Konni forces. A month since Makarov had upped his attacks against the ULF to take back Urzikstan. Laswell was forced to retreat the burning ULF base after Konni figured out the location.

She soon found herself on the battlefield of where her friends were killed. A small cabin, although it wasn't a trap this time. Price's hat still lay on the ground beside Gaz's hat, Soap's dog tags next to it. A few feet away was Ghost's mask, still covering over his decomposed skull.

Laswell could've thrown up at the scene if she wasn't so familiar with it. She saw them go down in front of her own eyes. Then, she kicked something hard in the sand. Soap's radio, letting out crackling static.

Laswell slowly put it up to her ear, nearly holding her breath when a voice rang out.

"Kate?"