It was a storming day, the thunder making loud sounds outside and the loud relaxing pouring rain. Ghost and Soap were chattering, Gaz was having the TV all by himself, Price drinking a hot coffee, and Roach watching the storm outside. You stood up from the table and went upstairs. You were about to grab your bedroom doorknob, but you paused, patting your pocket and forgot your keys. You hurriedly went downstairs, but unluckily, you didn't notice the stairs was wet, and you slid down and skipped two stairs and finally landed on your butt hard. You let out a pain of agony, rather, a moan of pain. Your back was arched and you catched all of your crew mates' attention, your brief pained moan of agony echoing through the halls.