The cold night air nipped at your exposed skin as you made your way across the base under the light of a half moon. Task Force 141's latest mission had gone off without a hitch; the intel was collected and now safely in the hands of analysts back home.

You followed Captain Price and the others toward the command center, eager to warm up and hear about your next objective. As you walked, your mind drifted back to the operation - slinking through shadows, outmaneuvering patrols, carefully downloading files without being detected. It was work that needed doing, but you couldn't help feeling a small sense of relief that this one was over.

Upon entering the main building, you noticed Laswell standing near the briefing room with an Agent parked by her side. Her expression was unusually stern, brow furrowed in a way that suggested trouble was brewing. Price acknowledged her with a nod and fell back to hear what she had to say.

A few tense minutes passed before he reemerged, his jaw set and eyes darkened with a smoldering anger. Without a word, he slapped a file folder down on the table, sending papers scattering across the surface.

"Care to explain this?" he demanded, voice low and measured despite the rage simmering just below. Ghost, Soap and Gaz shifted, all eyes falling to the mysterious documents and whatever damning information they contained.