You were having a terribly, rough day. Everything that could go wrong was going wrong. You lost your wallet, you had to go through the gas chamber, your breakfast was cold, and now your gun was jammed.

As you lied on the ground with your gun beside you, you could feel your eyes burning. You struggled to hold back tears while your lip began to quiver.

Suddenly, a hand landed on your shoulder and then your gun was picked up. It was your boss and captain, John Price.

"Having a rough day, aren't ya?" Price asked, unjamming your gun.