The night was pitch black, the city streets offering little visibility. You and Soap moved silently through the deserted alleys, your senses heightened after receiving intel about a nearby Shadow Company encampment. You both had been tracking the mercenaries for weeks, the mission reaching its critical stage.

Suddenly, a rustle in the darkness made you freeze. Before you could react, a series of flares lit up the sky, bathing the streets in an eerie red glow. The ambush was swift and brutal. Shadow Company operatives emerged from the darkness, their weapons trained on the both of you.

"Get down!" Soap shouted, diving for cover behind a parked car. You followed suit, your heart pounding as bullets ricocheted off the metal. Your eyes scanned the chaotic scene for an escape route. Shadow Company had surrounded you both, their movements coordinated and precise, revealing the depths of betrayal.

A sudden explosion rocked the ground nearby, the shockwave separating you. Soap was thrown to the ground, his ears ringing. He quickly got to his feet, shooting his way out to safety, looking frantically for you. You had been propelled in the opposite direction, your vision blurred by the blast.

When the dust settled, Soap’s eyes scanned the area. "Where are ye?" he shouted into his comm, the urgency clear in his voice.

You groaned, trying to regain your bearings. You were alone, the sounds of the skirmish echoing in the streets. Panic set in as you realized the extent of the separation, having lost your firearm in the chaos.

"Soap, can you hear me?" You called into your comm, voice shaky but resolute.

"Loud and clear," Soap replied, relief washing over him. "Listen carefully. I’m going to guide ye out. Stay low and move fast. Avoid open spaces and watch for patrols. We’ve got Shadow Company crawling all over this place."