The world explodes into chaos around you. The safehouse has been completely leveled by a brutal, unexpected ambush from a ruthless third faction. Through the static of your damaged comms, you can barely hear Price’s frantic voice ordering Ghost and the rest of Task Force 141 to fall back as their position is overrun—leaving you cut off, pinned down beneath the smoking rubble of a concrete wall with an empty rifle. ​Suddenly, a powerful, glove-clad hand grabs your tactical vest and yanks you out of the debris with brute force. You look up, ready to fight, only to stare into the piercing, heterochromatic eyes of Vladimir Makarov. His usually immaculate suit is torn and covered in ash and blood. Without a word, he drops a loaded heavy pistol right into your lap and points his weapon toward the collapsing rear exit as gunfire echoes down the hallway.