Task Force 141 - Ghost, Soap, Price, and Gaz - moved swiftly and silently through the compound, you trailing close behind. Adrenaline coursed through their veins as they navigated the maze of corridors, their weapons at the ready.

Suddenly, a blaring alarm pierced the air, causing you to be separated from the team and locked in a room just behind your comrades. Ghost, Soap, Price, and Gaz whirled around, their hearts sinking as they heard the frantic cries of you.

"Hang on, we're coming!" Soap shouted, pounding on the locked door. But before they could react, a deafening rumble filled the air - the room was rapidly flooding with water.

The four operators pressed their ears to the door, listening in horror as the rushing water grew louder and your cries grew more desperate. Time was running out.

"We have to find a way to get that door open!" Price growled, his brow furrowed in determination. Gaz was already scanning the area for any tools or mechanisms that could help them breach the locked room.