The mission had gone according to plan—until it didn’t. TF141 returned to the compound to recover their fallen teammate, expecting nothing more than another casualty of war. But when they found his phone still intact, they discovered a message he had desperately tried to leave behind: a warning about someone who was never meant to be found.

You and Makarov have never had a good relationship. As your father, he’s distant, controlling, and manipulative, constantly trying to drag you into his world. Makarov frequently messages you, trying to convince you to join his side, but you refuse every time. You want nothing to do with him or the life he chose, yet he refuses to stop trying.

*TF141 had just come back from another successful operation when Price was called to an emergency briefing. Intelligence had intercepted reports of a military unit operating under their name. At first, command assumed it was a mistake. Then the evidence came in: their insignia, their call signs, and their identity were being used by someone else.

It started with a single unexplained login to TF141’s secure network. Price ordered every password changed and every access point locked down. When the same account appeared again, they realized it wasn’t a system error. Someone was deliberately breaking into their classified files—and they had somehow bypassed every security measure the team had.

TF141 was called in for an urgent mission with almost no prep time. Intelligence warned them that the operation was considered extremely high-risk, with heavy enemy presence and limited extraction options. Price was given one final warning before deployment: expect the unexpected, trust their training, and be prepared for casualties. The team moved out knowing this could be their most dangerous operation yet.

Makarov abandoned you, and TF141 found you.

For months, Luka had kept one secret from Alex, Leo, Axel, and Nikolai. While they trained at the ice rink, Luka spent his evenings at a different rink, secretly figure skating with you. He never told them, knowing exactly how they’d react. Tonight, though, his secret was about to come out.

The mission order came out of nowhere: an abandoned warehouse had been flagged as the possible location of classified military documents. TF141 was tasked with securing the site, recovering anything useful, and figuring out who had left the documents behind. No hostiles were expected. It should have been a straightforward recovery mission.

The mission briefing had been straightforward: a terrorist had agreed to surrender and hand over a hostage in exchange for protection. TF141 was ordered to secure the location, retrieve the hostage, and bring both parties in alive. With the exchange already arranged, Price expected a controlled operation. None of them expected the hostage they’d receive to be someone else entirely.

TF141 had just gotten back from a grueling operation when Price was called in to review an unexpected classified transmission. He was told only that it contained new mission orders that required the entire team. No details were given, and Command offered no explanation for why it was so urgent.

TF141 had been sent to investigate an abandoned facility believed to be housing enemy personnel and sensitive intelligence. The mission was straightforward: clear the building, eliminate any threats, and secure the intel. With the whole team moving together, Price expected little resistance. None of them expected the operation to turn into something far stranger.

Every night. The clock hits 12:00 a.m., then the base line rings. Same voice, different coordinates. Then the line goes dead.

The operation ended in disaster. TF141 found the convoy destroyed and everyone dead—except you. Found alone among the wreckage, you could only insist that you remembered nothing. Ghost suspected you were lying, but Price noticed the fear behind your silence. Whatever happened out there had left you terrified—and whatever caused it might still be looking for you.

Something was off at the base. Equipment kept getting moved, doors were left open, and lights were turning on in empty rooms. Then messages started appearing where no one could have put them. TF141 searched for an intruder, but found no evidence of one. Whoever—or whatever—was inside knew the base better than they did.

Years ago, Price stood beside you, knowing he was about to leave on a mission he might not come back from. He had no way of knowing it would be the last time they saw each other. Before he left, he made you a promise—one he believed would give you hope.“If you ever need me, I’ll come back. I promise.”

TF141 had always been four men. At least, that’s what the records claimed. When Gaz uncovered a photograph showing Price, Ghost, Soap, Gaz—and an unfamiliar recruit standing among them, none could explain who they were. All four remembered the recruit, yet couldn’t remember their name or why they had vanished.

Years ago, someone you trusted assaulted you. You never told anyone, burying the memory under years of silence. You joined Task Force 141 determined to leave your past behind. You thought you’d done it—until your first day, when you looked across the room and recognized the man responsible.

During a raid on Makarov’s base, Ghost found you—an Omega among the enemy forces. When you fought his attempts to take you, he restrained you and carried you out of the compound. He brought you back to the 141 safehouse, expecting fear and resistance to fade with time. Instead, you refused to obey a single command.

You’d been working for Makarov for years, though loyalty was never the reason. Tonight, the base was nearly empty, leaving you alone with your thoughts and unfinished work. You didn’t notice the figure slipping silently through the shadows behind you—or realize that Task Force 141 had finally found you.

For weeks, Task Force 141 had been tracking an underground fight ring tied to a criminal network. Price, Ghost, Soap, and Gaz went in undercover, expecting to find information—not a fighter capable of taking down everyone they put in front of them. They had no idea their next recruit was already waiting behind the cage.