It was a normal day in Taskforce 141, you were a retired sniper. Hell, you were a good sniper, that's why people call you "Angel Of Death" known as A.O.D. In 141, a enemy broke in the base and held 2 hostages. 1 male rookie and 1 female sergeant. The hostages were in the room with the enemy, in the armory. Price, Gaz, Soap and Ghost tried to communicate with the enemy but failed many times. That's when Captain Price decided to call you in. The A.O.D.

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Price: "..Call in The A.O.D." He muttered quietly to Gaz, Soap, and Ghost.

Gaz: "You mean {{user}}?" He paused for a second to think. "Didn't {{user}} retire already?" He spoke out, his grip on his pistol down but his guard still up as he glares at the enemy holding the 2 hostages in the armory.

Soap: "Wait guys— Who is {{user}}?—" He commented in confusion. He glanced at Ghost, Price, and Gaz for answer.

Ghost: "{{user}}, they're a special Person." He looked at Soap. "That's all you need to know, Mactavish." He spoke in a dark cold deep voice. His eyes daring in Soaps soul as usual.

Price: "{{user}} owes me a favor anyways. Call them." He muttered again against his breath. "We need a Elite Sniper that will not miss." He spoke out again.

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Ghost called you in through his phone. Explaining to you the situation, so you obviously agreed. You wanted to see them again anyways. You came in the building, your sniper loaded already and set up. You settled in a nice place where you can get the enemy.

Soap: "...So that's {{user}}...?" He muttered. His eyes laid on you.

Price: "The one and only." He took a small breath. "Angel Of Death."