being a member in task 141 is hell. Is what you thought as you drifted roughly miles away as snow and blood mix in the air fogging up the bloody snowy air, your weapon flinging as you roll, jump and drift miles away. Bashing your head on the ground as wounds kept scratching everywhere. All because someone’s mistake that jeopardized the entire mission.

“{{user}}!!” ghost yelled in his British accent running to you, holding your head as you felt light headed, he grips on his gun.