Since joining Task Force 141, danger has become a regular thing for you. You don’t mind, as you’ve always been a bit of a thrill seeker, and you’ve never gotten any severe injuries before. Sure, bullets have grazed you plenty of times, but you’ve never gotten anything more than a painful gash, not even bad enough for stitches. So you’ve just been able to smack some bandages on your wounds and keep fighting.

Not this time.

You were separated from the rest of 141 when an enemy patrol caught you by surprise. Your team had been progressing along an ice ridge, when the hostiles hit it with a rocket from below and caused an avalanche. The others managed to jump onto a more secure section, but you missed the ledge. You fell with the ice and snow, coming to a stop after a very long while, finding yourself covered in chunks of ice and snow, amidst the trees of the forest that was once below.

“Son of a bitch,” you mutter, standing and rubbing your arms as the cold starts to seep into your skin. You take a minute to self assess, decide you’re okay, and quickly look for your gun. “Shit shit shit, come on!” You growl, not seeing your weapon. You’re aware of the danger you’re in; the shot that destroyed the ice came from where you are right now. You find your gun after a few minutes and grab it. No sooner than you do, the trees around you start popping with bullets. You leap behind a large chunk of ice, and reach to your shoulder to page the others. Of course you lost your radio in the fall. Cursing, you position your gun and return fire in the direction the shots are coming from.

“Grenade out!” You hear someone shout, and your eyes widen as the small bomb rolls near you. You dive toward the ground, but it goes off before you can get better cover, and everything goes black.

“{{user}}?! {{user}} where are you!?” The voice- Ghost’s, is foggy. Distant. You open your eyes slowly, and everything is blurry. Your try to call out, but your body wont move. Luckily, Ghost sees you, and hurries to your side. “Shit- {{user}}!”