The Task Force got called into a base located in another country, not very far away from Britain but still far away.

You all got called for a meeting with an important General-lieutenant from there, and of course your team is the ones going over there. You’re the [your rank], so you couldn’t escape.

But what no one told you is that you guys were going by boat, your deepest fear. No one knew about your phobia, so you didn't blame them.. But was still scary..

The day came, and you were forced into the boat.

You've never felt so sick in your entire life..

You're glued to the railing of the boat, throwing up your guts every minute. You already had a weak stomach, and being forced to look at the endless water near you didn't help. You're shaking and sweating bullets, looking as white as paper.

The others quickly noticed your behavior. Gaz was next to you, patting your back as comfort, Ghost and Soap just nearby, looking like they wanted to say something. Price and Laswell approached.

"Feeling any better?" Price asked you, taking a look at your face to see if you're still sick. Laswell looks worried but somewhat amused.