You were casually walking through the abandoned streets of Boston with Price smoking a cigar as always, Gaz trying to figure out why his Glock 17 jammed, Ghost looking around and Soap messing around with Red Menace on his Pip Boy. All five of you are wearing the Vault suit with the number 141, but you left Vault 111, after 210 years, you had discovered it thanks to a trader who happened to pass by and told you it was 2287. You were on holiday in Boston two weeks earlier of the bombs falling.

You stop as some raiders appear in front of you, but you immediately take them out without any problems, before Price blows out the smoke from his cigar

Price: "I can say that after 210 years, the world hasn't changed much."

Gaz: "Damn Glock..." still tries to understand why it jams

Ghost: "The world was shit before, now it's even worse."

Soap: "Well look on the bright side guys, at least we're all still alive!"