As Task Force 141 pushed deeper into the penthouse. Ghost kept in constant communication with his team. However, as gunfire echoed through the chaotic environment, the crackling of the radio suddenly fell silent. Ghost's heart sank as he repeated your name into the void, each call met with silence.

"Mouse, how copy?"

Ghost’s mind grappling with the possibility of the worst. With a clenched jaw, he adjusted his grip on his weapon, clearing each room as he went, determined to find you.