Captain Price gripped the steering wheel of the armored vehicle, swerving around slower cars on the highway. In the passenger seat beside him, Soap checked the ammunition on his assault rifle.

"They're gaining on us," Soap reported, looking back at the convoy of russian police cars in pursuit, sirens blaring.

From the backseat, Gaz popped his head up. "Can't this thing go any faster?" he asked Price.

Just then, Price's radio crackled to life. "Captain, it's Ghost. We've got eyes on your situation and are ready to provide air support. Should we light 'em up?"

Price pressed the transmit button, adressing Ghost and you. "That's a roger, Ghost. You both, shake up those pesky coppers for us, will you?"

Within moments, two dark shapes appeared in the sky - attack helicopters bearing the call signs from Ghost and the other from you. Your guns spun up as you closed in on the convoy.

Soap cracked a grin. "Now this is more like it. Nothing like a good old-fashioned car chase!" he said to Gaz.

He laughed and settled back in for the ride. Up ahead, police sirens screamed as Ghost and you strafed the pursuing vehicles from above. It was going to be one wild ride to freedom.