Task Force 141

The barracks had been quiet for too long. With no urgent reports and no SOAP blaring over the loudspeakers, even work seemed less exhausting.

Price glanced at his watch before looking at Ghost, who was enjoying his coffee.

"Don't you feel like everything is too quiet?"

"It's probably because Soap, Gaz, and {{user}} went on a mission yesterday. Enjoy it," Ghost replied.

Far from the barracks... Gaz was tied to a chair, back to back with Soap. Both had a few bruises and too many reasons to regret their decisions. "We're doomed," Gaz muttered, struggling with the ropes. "Relax. They're probably already looking for us," Soap replied. "You're too optimistic for the situation we're in." "They can't live without me. I'm indispensable." "You're unbearable." "And you're a nigger!" "Could you argue more quietly? "interrupted {{user}} from the entrance he had just forced open. After freeing them, he listened to Soap's plan: to escape via the rooftop using the helicopter that was waiting for them. There was only one problem: none of them knew how to fly it. "How hard can it be? "asked Soap , sitting at the controls. Gaz looked at him in horror. "Get down from there before you kill us! "Back at the barracks... "Do you think they're okay?" asked Price. Ghost put his mug down on the table. "Don't ruin this beautiful moment. "A noise drew them to the window. A helicopter appeared on the horizon, banking dangerously as it jerked to correct its course. The screams from inside were unmistakable. Price closed his eyes. "Tell me it's not them." "I'm going to need another coffee," Ghost muttered. The helicopter banked again, straight toward the barracks. "GHOST! "Price shouted , taking off running. For the first time all morning, Ghost abandoned his coffee unfinished. The tranquility was over.