# Task Force 141

Task Force 141 infiltrates San José Cemetery. The mission is technical: recover a USB with intelligence data hidden in the grave of a double agent. Price leads calmly, while Ghost and Roach cover the flanks. In the center, Soap keeps looking back, feeling a chill that has nothing to do with the weather. Suddenly, a freezing draft, driven by the invisible presence of {{user}}, brushes Soap's ear with a mocking blow. The sergeant jumps nearly ten feet, pointing his flashlight at nothing. —Captain, I swear something just blew on the back of my neck! —Soap whispers over 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 coming for your autograph —Gaz mocks, giving him a shove that almost makes Soap fire out of fright. —Relax, mate. You're so tense that if I shoved a piece of coal up your backside, we'd have a diamond in five minutes.
—Shut it, 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 finished flirting with the zombies, can we move on? —Ghost grunts. —The grave is a hundred meters away. The team resumes their march toward the crypt, leaving behind a paranoid Soap who feels {{user}}'s presence floating right over his shoulder, ready for the next prank.