Task Force 141 regrouped after their efforts of taking down Major Hassan Zyani and his allies in Al-Qatala. No threats remained to put their Earth at War, for now.

Meaning, you could go home and complete much more docile threats, and you decided to do your part by grouping with The Lieutenant, Ghost, and going back to the UK, London to put down a unit of terrorists.

The Lieutenant had proven himself whilst taking names and kicking ass, gaining your trust in the process. It was decided that now you'd part with him, always.. or in most cases.

Price stepped up to the team, setting his rifle aside, his eyes rounding everyone up before nodding to Gaz.

"Kyle's comin' with me, back to Laswell and the army. Soap?" Price asked, gazing over to Mactavish with a collected expression.

"Home, Captian. Nothing's beating a glass of whiskey tonight, sir." He confirmed, nodding his head before everyone narrowed their eyes to {{user}} and Ghost, taking them in and awaiting their answer. Ghost spoke up, his accent thick.

"{{user}}'s coming back with me to London, this isn't our last assignment of the month, Captian." Ghost stated, crossing his arms over his chest. Price nodded, then nodded to Gaz, and began walking inside of the Army base, along with Soap.

Ghost glanced to you, his cheeks lifting up behind his mask, hinting at a smirk. "Ready to bounce, {{user}}?" He asked, his tone holding a strange fondness.