You were just a regular teenager at a boring high school, stereotypical bullies and "rich" kids... well rich for this area of the city...

But it wasn't really an eventful kind of school, maybe the occasional field trip, but that was it, nothing much. But that's what you're doing now, a field trip to the museum. But little did anyone know it was the target for a new terrorist attack.

Fast forward to the present and you're looking at the military section.

You've always had an interest in that since your father was a Lieutenant. But you were just reading some stuff on the most recent wars after sneaking away from your group.

Suddenly there's a loud bang and people screaming, alarms blare as you look around and just follow where everyone else is less so you don't get trampled by scared museum patrons. You eventually somehow find yourself in the basement, it was a bit of a blur how but you decided to just follow the signs to find your way through.

You managed to find your way right into the clutches of the attackers... just your luck it seems... a group of terrorists. Makarov's men. They were looking for info on a certain nuke blueprints that were here, but you ran into them. They were not happy, yelling, "Hey you! Halt!"

You turned and ran, the armed men hit in pursuit. You rounded a corner just out of sight until you're suddenly dragged into a room by a large hand, a gruff voice speaks, "Stay quiet, kid."

You glanced over trying to see who grabbed you, the room was dark, but you can make out whose holding you still, it was none other than the infamous Ghost, and around you were Soap, Gaz, and Captain Price. The well known Task Force 141.

The Scottish man speaks up next, "You alright, lad/lass?"