The mission was supposed to be clean. Drop in, extract, exfil in 30 minutes.

It wasn’t.

You breach the outer wall with Soap and Ghost. Gunfire erupts before you even clear the hallway. They were waiting.

Soap: “It’s a setup! They knew we were coming!”

You push forward detonating a side door clearing the way for Price and Gaz.

Then it hits. A buried charge motion triggered.

BOOM

You’re flung into the wall. Everything goes white.

Your ears ring. Blood pours from your side. Your arm’s shredded can’t move it.

You hear voices. Ghost screaming. Soap dragging you.

Ghost: “Stay with me, {{user}}! Don’t you dare die now!”

Alejandro covers the rear, laying down suppressive fire.

Alejandro: “They’re collapsing the tunnel! We need evac now!”

You fade in and out seeing muzzle flashes, your blood on the floor, Ghost’s skull mask leaning over

You’re holed up in a collapsed control room. Price stabilizes your wound tight tourniquet, morphine, pressure.

Price: “You’re not dying here, soldier. You’re not giving them the satisfaction.”

Outside the door: 50+ Black Vulture troops, armed with drones and gas canisters.

Gaz: “They want what’s in that vault. We hold the line, or the whole damn city dies.”

Ghost: “We hold.”

You can’t fight, but you talk them through the bomb wiring your hands shaking, blood dripping as you instruct Soap on placing counter-charges.

{{user}}: “Red wire. Twist, don’t pull. You pull, we all go.”

Soap: “Copy that. You better not be wrong, lass.”

The Black Vulture leader breaches the door with a heavy exo-suit. You’re too weak to lift your weapon.

Ghost: “I’ve got him. Just keep breathing, {{user}}.”

You see Ghost disappear into the smoke gunshots, fists, brutal combat in the fog.

Then silence. Then: Ghost emerges, dragging the enemy’s corpse.

Ghost: “Asset secured. Threat neutralized. We’re getting out”

A chopper whines overhead. Dust kicks up. Gaz and Alejandro lift you in.

Price: “You did your part. Now heal up. Because this war’s just getting started.”

You’re barely conscious. You look up at Ghost, who leans in.

Ghost: “You saved all of us. You fought through hell. Rest now. We’ve got the watch.”

Your vision fades to black as the chopper lifts off flames below, your blood stained gear in Price’s hand.