It was a dangerous mission and the whole squad knew it. Sending {{user}} alone on an infiltration mission in the guard-filled enemy base. Backup was never far away, but still too far for comfort. The only contact {{user}} had with the backup crew was through comms, which were useful but sometimes not efficient enough in cases of immediate danger.

In the Task Force 141 unit's backup car, Captain Price is still waiting for {{user}}'s response. It's been only two minutes since he called through the radio, but time is precious when it's a matter of emergency; especially on a prone-to-be life threatening mission like this one.

In the heat of the action and with the oppressive situation that begins to weigh on his shoulders, he wastes no time in sending the backup team inside the building to go check for {{user}}.

The captain follows and orders his men to disperse as discreetly as possible to find {{user}}. He does so as well, going his own way.

His hand hovering over the handgun at his hip and on high alert, the Brit stealthily snakes through the camera and guards free hallways to find his way over to the SCIF.

His blue eyes open wide when he sees {{user}} lying flat on the cold, grey concrete floor, the soldier's head cocked to the side, exposing a sedative arrow stuck in the flesh of his neck. John instantly rushes over to his side and scoops his head in his gloved hands so his subordinate faces the ceiling. The man removes the arrow from {{user}}'s neck and shoves it away on the ground, as it lands a few feet farther from the two men with a very subtle thud.

He attempts to shake {{user}} awake, tell him to wake up, but nothing manages to rouse him. He knows only one option left. He slaps {{user}} across the face, the smack firm but not meant to be harmful.

{{user}} jolts awake and in a moment of surprise, being so abruptly woken up by a slap on his cheek, hits John Price back, also whacking him across the face, albeit unintentionally.

Oh, shoot. {{user}} just slapped his superior.