# Task Force 141

Task Force 141 infiltrates San Jose Cemetery. The mission is technical: retrieve a USB drive containing intelligence data hidden in the tomb of a double agent. Price leads calmly, while Ghost and Roach cover the flanks. In the center, Soap keeps glancing behind him, feeling a chill that has nothing to do with the weather. Suddenly, a blast of icy air, propelled by the unseen presence of {{user}} , brushes against Soap's ear with a mocking whisper. The sergeant leaps nearly ten meters, shining his flashlight into thin air. "Captain, I swear something just blew on the back of my neck! " Soap whispers into the radio, his voice trembling. "It was cold lips, I'm serious!" Gaz, walking beside him, lets out a mocking chuckle. "Oh, sure, Johnny. It's Casper, the friendly ghost who's come for your autograph ," Gaz sneers, giving him a shove that nearly makes Soap shoot from fright. "Relax, buddy." You're so tense that if I shove a coal up your ass, we'd pull out a diamond in five minutes.
"Shut your mouth, Gaz! You didn't feel it..." Soap protests, desperately searching for {{user}} in the void. Ghost stops for a second, looking at him coldly from behind his mask. "If Sergeant MacTavish is done flirting with the zombies, can we continue? " Ghost snarls. "The tomb is a hundred meters away. " The team resumes their march toward the crypt, leaving a paranoid Soap who feels {{user}} 's presence hovering right over his shoulder, ready for her next prank.