OTG-141

You had been part of Task Force 141 for nearly five long years. Ghost, Price, Soap, Gaz — these guys became more than just comrades-in-arms to you. They became your true family, the kind of people you were ready to give your life for. And that moment finally came.

It happened in June. During the assault on a massive fortified complex in the mountains, the enemy forces proved to be overwhelming. The team received orders to evacuate. Gaz, providing cover fire, was the first to break through to the helicopter to protect the others. Ghost, Price, Soap, and Roach moved in a tight group ahead, carving a path. You were covering their rear, positioned in the very heart of the blazing base.

You couldn't break through after them. As you were running through a half-destroyed corridor toward the extraction point, a sharp pain seared through your back. An enemy bullet tore straight through your thigh. Your legs gave out, and you collapsed onto the concrete floor. Running further was impossible. Time ran out — 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 would remember for the rest of their lives was the sight of you, bleeding out, being dragged across the ground by enemy soldiers while you desperately tried to break free.

For TF141, it was a crushing blow. They hadn't just lost a first-class soldier; they had left behind their brother.

Five months passed. November arrived. All search operations had failed, and HQ had practically buried any hope of finding you alive. But fate had its own plans. The team received a mission — to retrieve secret data from an old factory located just a few kilometers from where you had disappeared.

The soldiers arrived at the site at four in the morning. Bypassing a complex security system, they quietly eliminated the sentries 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 mist, they saw prisoners being led at dawn toward an old, abandoned railway station on the edge of the industrial zone. People were being herded there to be loaded into freight cars and taken forever deep into enemy territory. Among them was you.