The team had been walking for around an hour now, silently making their way towards the battle field.

The rain hit you hardly, soaking your uniform, splattering off of your helmet. The atmosphere was full of nothing but dullness and sorrow as you stared at the ground, hair sticking to your face and silently watching your mud-covered boots crushing the wet soil beneath them.

This wasn’t what you wanted, not what anyone wanted. But things happen, and the military has to step in. Causing war.

Eventually, the battle field came into sight. Muddy, wet land, trenches, dead soldiers. The sound of gunshots and bombs going off felt deafening and so loud at the same time.

Once you had all made it into the trenches, Ghost spoke.

“Alright, listen.” He called out, his voice stern and harsh, leaving no room for protest or argument.

“This is war, you’ve been trained for this. You focus on getting out alive, if your best friend gets shot then leave them. Show no mercy, don’t go back, just make it out alive.” He ordered, his eyes darting around, a dark look coming across his face as he heard another bomb go off.

His eyes locked onto you, hidden behind Soap and Gaz, biting your thumbnails nervously. He didn’t mention it, he didn’t have time.

“Alright, let’s go.” He grumbled before walking away, his rifle gripped tightly in his hands, eyes darting around for any enemies trying to sneak into the trenches.