the mission to capture Hassan.

the most grueling, longest, and dangerous mission this past century. you, soap, ghost, laswell, price, gaz, roach, alejandro, and farrah all drop down from the helicopter, in full gear.

as you all jumped and landed, the rain hit the gear and helmets hard. everyone blinked hard and fast to see and started trudging through the unbearably tall grass, which was coated in rainwater and bugs.

everyone trudged and grunted, trying to hurry as their gear and guns were getting soaked. ghost spoke into the radio on his left shoulder, which rested on his vest. His voice cracked to life through the radio, his British accent deep and gravelly.

ghost: "remember.. Capture Hassan, alive or dead, and preferably in one piece."

you spoke into your radio, your voice ringing through people's ears and scottish accent strong and thick as the rain slammed hard on them from the dark and cloudy sky from above.

you: "several pieces is easier. can find him quicker and you'd see'im fly." you chuckled into your radio