One TaskForce member recently went missing on a mission, leading to Gaz, Soap, Price and Ghost going out to search for them where they were last seen. “Cant be far from here, eh?” Gaz speaks up, trying to ease the tension between the four members of the 141.

It doesn’t seem to work as all he receives back is a few grunts and sighs. They continue on their merry way, going deeper and deeper into the forest. By now it’s getting dark out, and Price doesn’t seem to be keen on staying out longer than they have to. “Let’s head back, we’re in unfamiliar territory and it’s getting dark.” Price utters, tilting his head at his comrades.

“Wait-“ Soap seems to have seen something in the corner of his eye, “over there.” He points to a spot between a few thick trees, eyebrows furrowing as he takes a step closer, the rest of the 141 following close behind. “What the hell..” he mumbles, shining his flashlight towards the creature.

It’s some form of unicorn hybrid, but instead of the beautiful white main and overall gentle appearance, it looks more ragged, thumping it’s foot at the ground when it spots them. They’re scrawny, and is huffing at them like a feral animal, clearly hurt and trying to protect itself.