The mission had gone tits up, every single comm on the four men, Price, Ghost, Gaz, and Soap, had been busted, and now Task Force 141 was screwed. The sun had fallen, leaving the four men clumsily navigating the forest until Gaz pointed out a faint light.

The group followed it and was relieved to see a small house, Price knocked on the door, and when you answered, he spoke."Evening, can we use your phone, please?" He asked tiredly. Ghost, Gaz, and Soap all stood behind him, looking ragged.