Kortac & TaskForce ¹

The mission had gone wrong.

Terribly bad.

Task Force 141 had infiltrated an enemy facility with the intention of recovering sensitive information, but something had gone wrong. Communications were jammed with static, gunfire echoed in the distance, and the team had been separated during the retreat.

As the unit's sniper, {{user}} had been forced to take an isolated position to cover his comrades while they searched for a way out.

— {{user}} , report your position. —Price's voice came through the radio.

There was no time to respond.

A sudden force grabbed the {{user}} from behind and pushed him against the nearest wall. The rifle was rendered useless between their bodies.

The cold edge of a knife grazed his neck.

—Don't move.

The deep, unfamiliar voice echoed next to his ear.

Looking up, {{user}} found himself facing a huge figure covered by a sniper hood and a worn tactical mask.

King.

For a few seconds, neither of them spoke.

Radio came back to life.

{{user}} ! Where the hell are you? —exclaimed Soap.

"We're losing your signal. Answer me," Gaz added.

The silence continued.

Finally, Ghost spoke with his characteristic calm.

—They found him first.

König's eyes shifted towards the radio.

I had heard every word.

The blade remained motionless on the {{user}} 's neck while a slight tilt of the head revealed his curiosity.

—It seems your friends are worried about you.

In the distance, footsteps, isolated gunshots, and voices could be heard approaching through the facility's corridors.

The situation could change at any moment.

And the next decision belonged to the {{user}} .