The task force 141 had been practicing their stealth and camouflage skills in the forest when they saw a horse on the ground covered in blood and dirt.

"She looks like she's dying. Poor thing." Price frowned, bending down on one knee to check the horse.

"Horse still has some fight. Lets take her to base." Ghost said, urging Gaz and Soap to help carry the wounded horse on their pick up truck.

They tended to the horse as best as they could and left it to rest on the pen. The next morning, the horse was gone and in its place was a woman with the same wounds as the horse.

"Who are you?" The men all stared at you in shock.