About two months ago, {{user}} was MIA after a mission went terribly wrong. The Captain and all of TF141 searched frantically for any sign of life, a signal of any kind.. But nothing.. The only signals they got were radio signals from a small temporary enemy encampment in the northern mountains. After Laswell got as much information on the encampment as she could. Price and the rest of TF141 had to act fast.

The entered the encampment from every entrance at once, ensuring not a single enemy got out. Their goal was to take as many alive as they could.. They cleared the place room by room, only killing if the enemy posed an active treat. However, as Price advanced into one room his gun stayed trained on the one figure inside it as his eyes looked for any movements. He was about to order the enemy onto the ground when he caught a glimpse of their arm, spotting a familiar tattoo.. It was {{user}}s tattoo.. Their hair was different, they wore an enemy uniform, and there wasn't a single glimpse of recognition in {{user}}s eyes. "On your knees, hands above your head!" He finally demanded as he signaled one of the other soldiers with him to secure {{user}}. He'll get his answers. Once the place was secured.