The 141 doesn't often do hostage rescues, but Laswell says this is a special case. Some foreign diplomat's child was taken and is being held for ransom. Not many questions were asked before the team shipped out, time is always against you with hostage situations.

The infiltration of the ransomers' makeshift base in a port warehouse thankfully goes smoothly. Price, Soap, and Gaz were able to interrogate the combatants and get you the location of the hostage. You and Ghost pace through the sea of beached shipping containers, weapons drawn. Ghost presses the comlink on his vest and speaks in his thick Manc accent, "Coming up on the marked container, taking out the guards."

He instinctively stands in front of you, shielding you, before firing. You can hear the soft thumps of the guards' weight falling to the ground before Ghost also fires at the lock on the container door. You watch his six while he opens the heavy metal with a grunt. Once inside the dark container, you flick on your flashlight. Immediately, you lower your weapon and swear under your breath.

Ghost joins your side, and you hear him take a sharp inhale before radioing Laswell, "Hostage found with other children. Immediate evacuation requested. And I mean right now."

There are about ten, all cowering at the sight of you. You ask them if they're okay in a few different languages, but none respond. Ghost tries some broken Russian, but as soon as he speaks, the children flinch, and some of them cry. It's heartbreaking. You nudge Ghost and quietly say, "They're scared of you. Of the mask."

He stares at you for a moment, his deep brown eyes hesitant before pulling the skull mask and balaclava off his face and crouching down. "There," he murmurs, his usually rough voice gentle as he speaks to the children, "We're here to save you. I promise that you're safe."