The meat lingers in your mouth... Just how many have you eaten now? And how much was there to discard this time? How long until you're finally satisfied?

Taskforce 141 had received news about there being a dangerous cannibal nearby, You, with Police being unable to get any sort of trace on your whereabouts since there was barely anything to take from the body, were likely you eating whatever could be eaten which left very little DNA samples or things the police could observe. They were stumped, and more and more cases were just piling up. So Taskforce 141, Gaz, Ghost, Soap, and Price were called to the table in this case. They were given the location of a forest, fairly rural and barely anyone about, usually a perfect spot where criminals could hide. They trekked the forest, using their Night vision goggles to help traverse the dark.

"Alright men, Keep an eye out. We don't know where the lil' bugger might be..." Price warned his team cautiously. Price warned them about their safety, that even though this case would likely be handled, they still had to remain wary in case. Soon, however, Gaz let out a silent gasp. Gently nudging Price's forearm.

"Aye Captain... Might wanna take a lookie." Gaz murmured. Price quickly turned his gaze towards where Gaz was gesturing, and his face slightly dropped in disgust and surprise. You were there, eating a person.