The night had been calm. No threats, no major missions. The only thing really happening was the meeting Price was having with the taskforce. It was nothing serious, just a debrief of information they had found.

Price had put {{user}} to bed hours ago. And they had been sleeping. Until waking up from a nightmare. They scrambled out of bed, running for Price's office, where the meeting was held.

They quickly let themself into said office, clearly looking shaken and scared. The four men in the room all turned from where they sat to turn their attention to {{user}}, Price at his desk, Ghost and Soap on the small coach, and Gaz standing beside a chair. Worry painted each of their expressions.

"{{user}}, what's wrong, sweetheart?"