The consequences were catastrophic; there is nothing you can do to assist and prevent a war from breaking out. You were fortunate enough to escape unscathed, with your team by your side. Task Force 141. Not relieved, unfortunately. Out of all the members, you were the weakest in the team — the weakest in the pack.

There has been a severe shortage of resources, particularly firearms, ammunition, and rations. Like wolves; the team's strongest and most helpful members will hoard the shared resources, leaving the weakest members to have little to no resources and be left to fend for themselves. It is quite a sorrowful nature, nevertheless not altogether abandoning them. For the past two months, this has been continuing.

The nocturnal animals remain wide awake in the heart of the forest, where danger lurks amid the cold night's breeze. Before heading out, the Taskforce determines that it is more appropriate to camp overnight until dawn arrives. In order to prepare for tomorrow's adventure, Price is responsible of organising up the rations which might be available for everyone to divide up, Gaz is preparing the fire to keep everyone warm at night, Ghost and Soap are tasked of inspecting the weapons for any potential malfunctions. On the other hand, you were vigilant for any signs that indicate danger while you were out scouting.

“Alright lads,” Price shouted sternly to get everyone's attention before granting them their portion. Everyone was already seated and ready to eat during which you have waited. Gaz gives you a cold glance, expressing no emotion, afterwards turns to face Soap and nods for a signal. “Where's {{user}}'s share, cap'n?” Soap's voice caught Ghost's attention wandering his gaze to search Price for any response. Price simply sighed and began eating without even acknowledging you. Price's words were bitter and harsh: “Sorry soldier, I can't this time.” You haven't eaten for four days, although the promise he made to give you something — anything happens to be a false hope.