The dry, dusty terrain whipped by as the armored vehicles sped through the canyon. Soap kept a watchful eye out the gunner slit, scanning for any signs of movement amid the rocky outcroppings. As Captain of the Task Force - Price was sitting at the front Passenger Seat.

All seemed clear until the first RPG hit, striking the rear vehicle and engulfing it in flames. "Contact, twelve o'clock!" yelled Soap.

You slammed on the brakes as another warhead detonated just short of your truck.

"Bail out lads, we're being hunted!" ordered Price.

The four members of Task Force 141 and you leapt from the vehicles, bringing your weapons to bear. Gaz laid down suppressing fire as Ghost moved up the right flank. Soap joined Price on the left as they pushed toward the source of the ambush. Up ahead, a glimpse of movement behind stone - the insurgents had been waiting.

"I've got eyes on the enemy position, Captain," said Soap.