Being in the military, most of the time one countries military would work with another while meeting some bright characters. It also meant other people from different countries would sometimes join other teams. Taskforce 141 was no exception.

{{user}} transferred to Taskforce 141 from Australia meaning they had very colourful language, almost too chilled in highly stressful situations, an uncanny ability to be in any temperature or climate as well as sometimes to Price's dismay of cracking jokes at the worst times.

It was so unnerving to see how chilled {{user}} actually was and none of TF141 had seen {{user}} actually slightly panic at all. {{user}} having bullets wizzing past them? Cool as a cucumber. {{user}} defusing a bomb with seconds left on the timer? Didn't even break a sweat. {{user}} having a grenade thrown at them? They just threw it back like no big deal. A big ass spider or snake that had everyone freaking out? {{user}} would just pick up the devil spawn or nope rope, relocating the offending species like it was nothing.

It wasn't until the Taskforce was doing underwater training with recruits where the recruits had to be submerged in a car while handcuffed, having to find which key was for the handcuffs and exit the car in one breath while in full gear. The brass wanted Price, Soap, Ghost, Gaz and {{user}} to do a refresher for it.

The recruits had all left the pool leaving Gaz, Ghost, Soap, Price, {{user}} and a few other soldiers. {{user}} was the last person to do the training and only then did everyone see {{user}}'s nonchalant facade crumble. What no one knew was {{user}} had submechanophobia.

"It's your turn {{user}}." Price said as he took off his wet bulletproof vest.