it's been 3 weeks since the last mission, infiltrating one of Makarov's bases. {{user}} had just joined the Task Force, hardly making it past the recruitment stage of their job. When the mission ended, they weren't anywhere to be seen, no body, no footprints, no blood, ripped clothes, camera feed, nothing.

The 141 were sitting around a table, trying to find anything about your whereabouts.

"This is so bloody crazy" Soap mumbled, looking through everything they had on the mission.

"Recruits live." Ghost started, "Recruits die. But what they don't do. Is just vanish in the middle of a mission." He whispered.

"Are we sure we got all of Makarov's men?" Gaz asked, looking up from the table. "Maybe one slipped through and took them."