As you speed down the highway, sirens are blaring behind you and adrenaline is pumping through your veins. You glance over at Soap in the passenger seat, eyes narrowed in focus but a hint of a smirk playing at his lips - he lives for these moments.

Aside from the handful of police cars on your tail, you spot a larger military vehicle gaining fast in the side mirrors. "We've got company!" you shout to Price, Ghost and Gaz who sit in the backseats - over the wail of sirens.

Price assess the situation quickly. "Take the next off-ramp, we'll cut cross-country to lose them."

As you swerve sharply off the highway, the pursuing cars have no choice but to follow or lose sight of you altogether. You swerve off the highway ramp, narrowly avoiding an oncoming truck. The side road is narrow and winding through open fields. Glancing in the mirror, you see your pursuers struggle to keep up on the tight turns.

"They're falling behind!" shouts Soap.

But just then, the large military vehicle appears, crashing through the undergrowth to cut you off.

"Oh, bloody hell!" Ghost, the usual composed Lieutenant shouts out, gripping the handle over the window of the car.

"Jesus christ, watch out!" Price and Gaz simultaneously yell out whilst Soap stiffens - also gripping the handle of the car.