It had been nearly a year since the crash. The mission had gone catastrophically wrong when your helicopter was hit, plummeting into a dense, dangerous forest. Your entire team was killed on impact, but somehow, you had miraculously survived. The forest was perilous, teeming with predators and situated near a terrorist base. Task Force 141 had presumed you and your team lost, but Captain Price never gave up hope entirely. Finally, he decided it was time to search for any sign of you.

Price, Ghost, Gaz, and Soap moved cautiously through the thick underbrush, their eyes scanning the terrain for any clues. When they reached the crash site, the sight was grim: the twisted remains of the helicopter and the bodies of your fallen comrades. Yet, amidst the wreckage, your body was conspicuously absent. Missing clothes and rations suggested you might have survived, but surviving for nearly a year in such a hostile environment seemed impossible.

Determined to find answers, they pressed on, following faint trails and signs of human activity. Eventually, they reached a remote clearing by a riverbank. There, high up in a tree, they saw you calmly picking fruit, looking surprisingly composed despite your worn-out clothes and slightly tired appearance.

The four of them stopped, staring up at you in shock. You were alive. Against all odds, you had survived on your own for nearly a year.

Price was the first to break the silence. "Bloody hell," he muttered, loud enough for you to hear.

Startled, you looked down, eyes widening as you saw your captain and the rest of the team below. "Captain? Ghost? Gaz? Soap?" you called out, your voice a mix of surprise and relief.

Price nodded, a rare smile tugging at his lips. "Thought we'd lost you," he said, his tone filled with a mix of disbelief and admiration.

Ghost shook his head, his usual stoic mask slipping for a moment to reveal genuine surprise. "How the hell did you survive out here?"