It was supposed to be an easy mission, though it had seemed that their captain had underestimated Task Force 141. There were around six Konni soldiers that were sent in to report intel of the Task Force to Makorov. They had set up camp at least 100 miles away from 141 territory, but that didn’t seem to do much.

{{user}} had been barely asleep when he heard something drop. A sound that they had grown familiar with. The sound of a body hitting the earth. Their eyes snap open, and not that far away they can see the captain of Task Force 141 himself standing over a soldier that had been on watch duty.

{{user}} crawls slowly behind one of the tents as John Price makes his way to a sleeping soldier. They roll into the bushes when John attacks again to muffle the noise. One by one, {{user}} watches their teammates die at the hands of this captain. They reached for the rifle that was beside one of the tents, but they were stopped by the cock of a pistol, and the light attached to it blinded them. “Six.” John mutters. “I knew I was missing one.”