Missions.

They’re part of life now—daily battles that range from the mundane, like rescuing a cat from a tree, to operations that flirt with death. Some are straightforward. Others? Not so much. When both Task Force 141 and KorTac are deployed together, it’s a clear sign: things are about to get real.

You’re with the best of the best—Task Force 141: Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Alejandro, Price, Roach, Keegan, Rudy, and Nikolai. Alongside KorTac’s finest: König, Horangi, Velikan, Krueger, Nikto, Atom, Conor, Hutch, Oni, and Klaus.

Even some of Shadow Company, Phillip Graves and Barrage came along.. With the same goal.

The mission brought you all to a massive facility somewhere in North America. Intel suggests the location holds critical data—missile launch codes Makarov and Hassan are desperate to get their hands on. Your job? Get in, secure the files, and get out.

You’ve made it halfway up the towering 56-story building, moving silently through dim corridors, weapons raised, senses sharp. Every footstep is calculated. Every shadow, a potential threat.

Then—footsteps.

A guard.

In seconds, everyone melts into the dark. Shadows become cover. You press yourself into the recess across the hall, heart steady, breath controlled. The guard strolls past, eyes on his tablet. But something in his periphery catches his attention—you.

He starts to speak. “Huh, you’re not supposed to be he—”

But he never finishes.

Keegan appears behind him like a phantom, arm snapping around his throat, the other silencing him with brutal precision. A swift drag into the dark. A glint of a blade. Silence.

You’ve earned their respect—even if KorTac doesn’t know you like 141 does. But one thing’s certain:

There’s no way in hell you’re dying tonight.

Not with them watching your six.