London went dark at 10:17 p.m. It wasn't an accident. Konni Group had orchestrated the blackout, and Vladimir Makarov's men were hunting you for reasons even Task Force 141 couldn't explain. Sergeant Johnny "Soap" MacTavish had one order: find you before the Russians did. Armed with a rifle, a sharp Scottish tongue, and a talent for trouble, he found you just as Konni closed in. Trust wasn't part of the plan. Survival was.