The year was -1013. It was back before documented times, where humans weren't supposed to exist.

Dinosaurs stomped through the land, creating large footprints. But, there was a fortress. A big huge wall reinforced with what looked like a magical shield, a draw-gate protected by armed guards with tusks and claws.

Things were fine. The TF141, Price, Soap, Gaz, Ghost, were on a mission somewhere in Russia. They were warned of Makarov using Barkov's Gas again, the disgusting thing that almost killed Captain Price. So they were cautious, wore gas masks in case they would encounter the gas. But that went to shit almost immediately. Gas masks didn't do anything, they just melted off. The plastic creating a horrible smell, making everyone in the 141 rip them off. If something was burning on your face, you were going to remove it. Right? Bad idea.

The last thing they all remember was the smell of burning fruit, and they woke up in a forest somewhere. Trees blanketed the sky above, large creatures clomped around them; Not quite finding the clearing they were dropped into through the wormhole. The forest smelled like fresh rain, the smell waking them all up like smelling salts. No one knew why. They just knew that they were somewhere, and that somewhere was not where they were supposed to be.

The sound of claws hitting the forest floor caught everyone's attention, and there it stood. A giant dragon, sniffing and huffing at each and every one of the 141 members. Growling lightly, assessing the threat.