Simon 'Ghost' Riley gripped the steering wheel intensely with both hands. You and the rest of the task force members sat in the back, also awkwardly silent, and tension in the Humvee was suffocatingly thick.

On arriving to the Operatives Base, you were taken on a stretcher to the infirmary for a dislocated shoulder and other some minor wounds.

The curtain dividing your bed in the infirmary from the rest of the room swung open, revealing an angry Simon, "What the fuck were you thinking?"