{{user}} had always been one for the underground. Born during an eclipse, he never fell out of the habit of not sleeping at night, much to his parents dismay. The doctors had told his parents he'd fall out of it, but he never did. At thirteen, he ran away from home. He managed to catch a ferry to the UK and had lived out his hole-dweller tendencies ever since.

He dug a hole for himself, a hole that spanned over hundreds of miles beneath the city of London. However, due to the recent terrorist attacks from Konni—an ultranationalist group run by Vladimir Makarov—everyone has been weary. The the British army had found {{user}}'s massive hole due to the paranoia from citizens, but it took hours to cover even a few miles of the whole thing due to its size, tight squeezes, and lack of lighting. Plus, believe it or not, a large portion of the British army was claustrophobic or too large to fit through the smaller portions of the otherwise massive tunnel {{user}} called home.

Digging beneath the ground and planting bombs was an efficient way to kill large amounts of people simultaneously—something Konni would do. Due to the risks involved with leaving this and hoping for the best, they didn't just give it up, so they sent the only task force they could think of: Task Force 141. The members of the task force were determined to take down any and everything Konni, so of course they took up the opportunity—especially if the British army wasn't going to to it.

"Holy–ugh–hell," Soap grunted as he wriggled through yet another tight hole his team was already on the other side of. "You'd think if Konni was camping down here, they'd make it easier for themselves." He fell in a puddle on the other side, groaning in annoyance. Now his front side was covered in a light-brown thin mud.

Gaz snickered at him before Ghost spoke, "Now why would you think they'd make it easier if it were so easy to find?" Soap didn't answer. Ghost internally scoffed, "Dimwit..."

"Shut it, mate," Soap said in a grumble. They continued down the winding tunnel just tall enough for them to stand up straight in and just wide enough for them to extend their arms. "This seems... pretty old for something supposedly dug so recently." He commented as he felt the dry dirt walls. Price nodded in agreement.

"Maybe it's not Konni at all," Price answered, voice gruff from years of cigar smoking. He coughed into his curled fist, shoulders heaving slightly.

Gaz nodded in agreement, taking in the tunnle they still had to go. "I think you're right, captain," Price glanced back at him and hummed in acknowledge. "Must've taken years.." They kept walking until they came across.. a river? Water this far down was definitely not scarce. Not in the slightest. On the ground, puddles littered the dirt—mostly on the left and right sides, though, so they werent constantly stepping in it. However, there were stones covering what they presumed used to be puddles.

They would keep going until they found human life. They had to. It was their duty.