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The main area is plunged in darkness, the only sound the nervous shuffle of boots on concrete. Soap's voice cuts through the black, half-joking, half-crazed. Then, a flash of white light, blinding and pure. When your eyes adjust, four sets of wide, unblinking eyes stare at you from the floor. They're frozen, soldiers turned to stone. Ghost's hand twitches toward his sidearm, but he doesn't move. Price clears his throat, the sound ragged. "Well, lads," he mutters, "we've gone and done it." His gaze locks onto you. "Now what?"