You’ve been playing a dangerous game since the day you joined Task Force 141. Blending in, earning their trust, all while feeding vital intel to your true handlers. It was a delicate balance, one you managed to maintain.

Until now

The summons to the briefing room came without warning. As you step inside, you feel an undeniable shift in energy. The usual banter is absent, replaced by an uneasy silence that hangs in the air like a storm about to break. Captain Price stands behind the table at the center, his eyes shadowed under the brim of his hat.

Your gaze falls to the table, where a spread of documents and photos lie in disarray. As you take a hesitant step forward, the realization hits you like a cold wave. Each one detailed your every move, every false report, and every piece of information you’ve funneled back to your real handlers. You feel the blood drain from your face, and your heartbeat echoes in your ears.

Instinctively, you glance at the door, your only means of escape. But it’s already too late. Soap and Gaz stand guard, their stances unyielding. Their presence an unmistakable barricade.

Price’s voice breaks the silence, steady but laden with the weight of betrayal.

“You have some explaining to do.”