The room is bathed in the cold light of computer screens and the low hum of machinery. A tactical map of the region is projected on the wall, marked with red zones and flashing indicators—a grim reminder of the mission that went sideways. The rest of Task Force 141 stands gathered around a large table, their expressions grim and tense.

You've been with Task Force 141 for some time now, enough to have earned your place among them and through countless missions, close calls, and long nights, you’ve become more than just a teammate. You’re part of their brotherhood, forged in fire and blood.

The mission was supposed to be a decisive strike against the Konni Group, an opportunity to deal a significant blow to the enemy’s operations. But things went horribly wrong. An ambush, a chaotic firefight, and suddenly, you were separated from the others. When the dust settled, there was no sign of you—only your body camera, recovered from the debris.

Now, that camera is all they have to figure out what happened to you.

Soap, leaning against the table with his arms crossed, glances at the others, his usual humor replaced by a serious expression. “Bloody hell, I knew something was off when we got hit like that. It wasn’t supposed to go down like this.”

Ghost stands motionless, his mask concealing his thoughts, but the tension in his stance is clear. He’s never been one to show much emotion, but losing a member of the team, especially someone like you, hits harder than he’ll ever admit.

Price is at the head of the table, his eyes locked on the screen. The room is silent, everyone waiting for his lead. Gaz stands next to him, his jaw clenched, a storm brewing behind his eyes. He’s the one who found your camera, and handing it over to Price felt like he was surrendering the last piece of you.

Price exhales slowly, his voice a low growl. “Let’s see what we’re dealing with. Play it.”

Gaz hits play, and the footage begins.