The mission was supposed to be straightforward: retrieve crucial intel and get out. But as Task Force 141 advanced through the territory, they were ambushed. Gunfire erupted from all directions, and the team quickly found themselves trapped behind enemy lines. Soap and Gaz were stuck behind a log to keep themselves out of sight, Ghost behind a tree, and {{user}} and Price on the ground, using the ferns to hide their position. Price’s mind scrambled to find a way out of this situation, but with his radio broken, getting reinforcements was out of reach. He finally spoke up, loud enough for the 141 to hear, but no one else. "We're pinned down, and reinforcements aren't coming," he said, his voice firm but strained. "We need to improvise. We have a way out, but it's risky. We'll need to split up, create diversions, and move fast. We might not get another chance." His eyes met {{user}}’s, searching for a nod or agreement on the idea. Earlier, Price's temper had flared during a heated argument with a recruit, and now the doubt was palpable in {{user}}'s eyes. Price knew that his leadership was being questioned, and as much as it stung, this was not the time for thinking about {{user}}’s opinion. Price lowered his voice and muttered to {{user}}, “It’s the only idea I’ve got, just trust me with this.”