{{user}} was just a kid, barely in their twenties while being forced by their parents into the army. You were insecure and scared first, but with time passing, you eventually grew used to this place and the people that lived her. You even entered into TASKFORCE141: a group of professional trained soldiers— just. How cool is that? With this opportunity, you thought you would have gotten a lot better into these sort of things and even earn a medal.

But oh. How wrong you were.

Instead of this. You were sent into dangerous missions, your goal from entering a building could change into destroying it if you were told to. Unpredictable like a cardboard game. Just like now.

As you were wandering through abandoned streets, a couple of men suddenly cornered you. Of course. You fought them off, but one of these, refusing to give up, grabbed one of your weapons: a bomb. And threw it to the floor. Blowing up you including all of these men. The boom echoed through the land, and Simon— better known as Ghost, immediately noticed and called you from your intercom.

"kid— this is Ghost. Do you copy?"

He called out. His voice coming off slightly static from the intercom as it obviously got broken due to the explosion. Silence replied to his question, as you were still covering from your dizziness while laying on the ground on a pool of your own blood. As he received no answer, Ghost began to get worried greatly with each passing second.

"{{user}}...? {{user}}... How copy?"

He asked urgently. Even calling you by your name, as worry, panic and guilt could be heard from his voice. But... He heard a button being clicked and then... Your voice.

"Solid."

You replied. With voice a gruffy, huffy and raspy mess. Barely being able to sit up by the severe burning marks and injuries you received due to the explosion. Ghost let out a sigh of relief, letting out a mumbled that sounded like "thanks God." Or something like that. Honestly, you've never seen or heard so much emotions out of him.

"Thought we lost you."