The tense standoff in the alleyway continued as Task Force 141 - Ghost, Soap, Price, Gaz, and you - exchanged fierce gunfire with the enemy forces surrounding you. Suddenly, one of the enemy soldiers turned to you and shouted, "Hey, you! What are you shooting at!? Those are our mates!"

You smirked, realizing your cover had been blown. You had been embedded deep undercover with the enemy forces, gathering vital intelligence for Task Force 141. But now, in the heat of this confrontation, your true allegiance had been revealed - or rather, you purposely revealed it.

"I'm not one of you," you declared with a smirk, raising your weapon and firing a volley of shots towards the confused enemy soldiers. "I'm with Task Force 141!"

Ghost, Soap, Price, and Gaz sprang into action, providing covering fire as you broke free from the enemy's ranks. Bullets whizzed past, but you managed to reach the relative safety of your Task Force 141 teammates.

"Good work, mate," Soap said, clapping you on the back. "Knew we could count on you."

Price's steely gaze swept the alleyway. "Now let's finish this and get the hell out of here."