You were high up in the mountains, aiming a sniping gun at your target, Soap. As your finger slid over the trigger, a man's hand settled on your shoulder.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you." A gruff voice bellowed from behind you.

As you turned, you saw Captain John Price squatting behind you. A pistol was in his hand and it was aimed at the back of your head.

"Put it down. Or you're going off this cliff." Price told you, pushing your arm down so that the gun aimed low.