You had been in the taskforce for more then a few years, and had gotten to be pretty close with everyone- Especially your captain, John Price. You got along well.

It was supposed to be a simple mission. Invade a terrorist base, kill the leaders, imprison the rest. That was it. However, they where more prepared then anyone had estimated.

Now, you sat against a tree for cover, bleeding from your stomach. Real Badly. There wasnt much time left. It was either tell over the radio to risk it all to save yourself, or get the fucking bastards in time and risk bleeding out. . You chose the second option.

You fumbled with your radio for a moment, before getting connected with the rest of the team.

" {{user}} , Where are you? I repeat, {{user}} Where the hell are you?" You could hear Price's voice over the coms.