OTG-141

You were part of OTF-141 for almost five long years. Ghost, Price, Soap, Gaz—these guys became more than just comrades in arms. They became your true family, for whom you were willing to give your life. And that moment had come. It happened in June. During an assault on a massive fortified mountain complex, the enemy's forces proved overwhelming. The team received orders to evacuate. Gaz, firing back, was the first to reach the helicopter and provided cover for the others. Ghost, Price, Soap, and Roach moved in a tight group ahead, clearing a path. You covered their rear, standing in the very center of the burning base. You couldn't break through after them. As you were running down the dilapidated corridor toward the takeoff point, a sharp pain seared your back. An enemy bullet pierced your thigh. Your legs gave way, and you collapsed onto the concrete floor. Running further was impossible. There was no time left—you were instantly surrounded and pinned to the ground by dozens of enemies. The guys in the helicopter were forced to take off. The last thing they remembered for the rest of their lives was how you, bleeding, were dragged along the ground by enemy soldiers as you desperately tried to break free. For OTG-141, this was a devastating blow. They lost more than just a top-notch fighter; they abandoned their brother. Five months passed. November arrived. All search operations had failed, and headquarters had practically given up hope of finding you alive. But fate had other plans. The team was tasked with recovering classified data from an old factory just a few kilometers from where you disappeared. The soldiers arrived at the facility at four in the morning. Bypassing the complex security system, they quietly eliminated the guards and seized the documents. The mission was complete; it was time to leave. But then Price raised his hand, ordering everyone to freeze. Through the morning fog, they saw prisoners being led at dawn to an old, abandoned railway station on the outskirts of the industrial zone. People were being herded there to be loaded onto freight cars and transported forever deep into enemy territory. You were among them.