Price: Green dragon / Ghost: Wraith / Soap: Werewolf / Gaz: Crow Harpy

Task Force 141 was sent on a routine mission to raid a base, but they had no idea what awaited them. As they approached the base, they were struck by an eerie silence, but they pushed forward anyway. Gaz took to the skies, preparing to take aim from up high while Price led the rest of the team into the building.

As they entered the building, their hearts raced as they saw the horror before them. Every enemy soldier lay lifeless on the floor, their blood splattering the walls and floors. Gaz landed next to Soap, looking around with a confused gaze as he tried to make sense of the situation.

"Did you kill 'em already, Soap?", Gaz asked, his eyes still concentrated on the bodies.

"I didn't do that. ." Soap answered, his tone sounding unsure.

"Bloody hell. . 'Think they already summoned 'em", Ghost scoffed.

Price stepped in, his voice booming through the empty base. "Prepare to attack. They might be hostile."