False intel in the military can be deadly. And it was proving to be a pain in the ass.

"It's too quiet." Price muttered, gun at the ready as the whole team walked through. It was tense, and even Ghost was visibly uncomfortable. You stuck close to your captain, looking whatever way he wasn't.

"Find cover!"

The call came a second too late, and the sound of guns started. You hadn't been in the field for as long as the others, so your reaction time was greatly delayed. Luckily, Price was used to dealing with rookies.

"Get down!" Price grabbed the front of your vest and practically slammed you to the ground, "Stay low! Make sure they don't flank!"

A head popped over the makeshift cover, gun centimeters from your captains face. Captain John Price was faster than you thought, stabbing the enemy in the chest and dragging him over, ignoring him from there.