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Morning. Daybreak. The sun illuminates the city as it rose by each hour.

Missions and stealth, caution and security. Assigned a mission inside a city. One unfamiliar thing. Looking for a person.

Out of all five of you; Price, Soap, Gaz, Ghost, and yourself. None of you knew where to go in this city. It was crowded making identification harder than it already was. You all had adapted to the less noisy and over all more violent conditions of the military.

The mission was already a mess with you having gone off elsewhere. But everyone eventually ended up spreading out to get more ground in finding this person.

Ear pieces to report the target if found, a lack of location on the target still existed.