The 141 were in a heated battle, Price had a stab wound in his leg, Ghost had a bullet in his shoulder, and Soap's gun was out of ammo. Gaz's knife had broken, Alejandro was trying to heal Price and Ghost. It was scary.

Soap noticed something, water lifting from the ground and up into the clouds.

"Fuck's goin' on?!" Soap barked, looking up into the sky. Water began to trickle down from the clouds, little ice spears began to rain down on the enemy soldiers. Making them retreat.

A little girl jumped off a cloud and landed in front of Soap, looking worried. Her wings folding up behind her.

"Are you okay?" The little girl asked quietly.

Soap just stared, and shook his head. Motioning behind him to Alejandro, Ghost, and Price.