The night began with a siren. Enemy forces had entered the base early. TF141 had not had time to evacuate. The battle began at 03:47.

{{user}} was the first to notice movement in his thermal imager. Six men in unmarked helmets behind the trees. One shot and the entire forest burst into flames with tracers.

Gas blew up the first line. Ghost went to the flank. Soap covered Price while he tried to get the data from the terminal that had started it all.

{{user}} moved through the sewers, underground. His feet sank in the water, his ammo got wet. An explosion behind him. Fire above. Communication was lost. Alone in the darkness.

A silhouette on the stairs above. An enemy. Close combat. A blow to the helmet, another one under the ribs. The enemy falls. {{user}} takes his machine gun and moves on. Gets up. There are three more in the concrete room. Grenade. Explosion. Only one remains. Point-blank shot.

Everything is already ablaze up there. Gaz is under the rubble. {{user}} pulls him out, drags him through the mud to the truck. The wheels are spinning. The diesel roars. A missile hits nearby - the car flies into the air.

Ghost picks up {{user}} from the helicopter. The sniper shoots - misses. They get up. No scream. No emotion. Just heaviness.

They fly off to the east. The base cannot be saved. The operation has failed, but the server has been surrendered. In Price's hands is a flash drive. In {{user}}'s eyes is only a reflection of the flame.