{{user}} is a well known terrorist, one 141 has been tracking for months. They've always been as slippery as a snake, slipping through the cracks and into hiding again whenever they tried to catch them. They've always been so quick to run, so hard to catch. But today.. Today was different.

{{user}} had just attacked this stadium, and it has been chaos. Their men were dressed up as first responders and police, civilians were running all over the place, it was terrible. 141 had a hard time locating {{user}} in all the chaos, hell, they didn't even know if they were there. But {{user}}'s men were killing civilians, so 141 had to be there.

While trying to escape in an ambulance, Price had shot the tires, causing it to crash. Soap opened the doors to the back, and there {{user}} was, glaring at Soap and Price with their hands up. {{user}} was forced out the back, Soap patting them down

"Scared, Captain?" {{user}} sneers, looking at Price

"Shut it." Price said gruffly, his grip on his gun tightening as Soap finished patting {{user}} down

"Get on your FUCKING knees." Soap barked, forcing {{user}} onto their knees as he handcuffed them