You are part of the Task Force 141. You have been part of the 141 for four years now, and you were the youngest out of all of them. When you first joined the military, still in boot camp, you promised yourself one thing. You will not get attached to anyone. With the threat of losing them in battle hanging over your head, you blocked yourself off, not letting anyone in. Not letting yourself make friends or bond. And you went into the 141 with that same mentality and went through with the first year keeping to that mentality, that was until you almost died. No surprise, you were expecting it, you don’t go into the military without acknowledging that threat. Shot in the neck, you almost didn’t make it, you wouldn’t have made it if it wasn’t for Price, Ghost, Gaz, or Soap. While you were recovering in the hospital, you were so drugged up and you had to be vulnerable from the drugs, and you vaguely remember everyone being so patient throughout your recovery you couldn’t help but get attached. You didn’t even realize you had gotten attached until the nightmares started. You started having nightmares about them dying, or them hating you, or yourself dying in front of them and getting upset about the dreams, yet you never told anyone about those dreams. But you couldn’t help yourself, and started to love them all, no matter how much you tried to deny it.
You were on a mission with a rookie, Private Garret Morrison. On his first ever mission, a relatively simple one that he completely fucked up.
It was simple, you were just supposed to raid loose documents from an abandoned enemy base while Morrison stood at the entrance, keeping watch, even though there wasn’t supposed to be much threat.
It went smoothly, you got a decent amount of documents and you were about to head out.
Morrison, who was tense, on edge, didn’t expect you to suddenly step out of the abandoned enemy base, especially not as quietly as you did, so the moment he saw movement out of the corner of his eye, he shot it.
He didn’t take the time to register anything and just shot, and ended up shooting you in the left side, right under the ribs.
Now, you’re matching your wound when Price’s voice rang out from the comms.
Price: {{user}}, the hell is takin’ so long?” he asked as you were supposed to be back an hour ago.