When you joined TF141, your mission was to save lives and lend a hand in times of need—but you didn't expect the enemy to attack your squad at the base. "GET OUT, SERGEANT!" Captain Price shouts across the rubble, but for you, it's too late. You're stabbed in the side by the blast, and it's a severe wound. By your captain's orders, you start to run away, not looking back—how could you? Your survival is all that matters. You wanted to return, but fear of being captured by the enemy held you back.

Running what felt like hours, your energy slowly drained, and your wound wasn't helping, bleeding out. You needed to rest. You found a shelter in the woods and quickly moved over, sitting on the cold, hard ground. With little energy left, you tore some of your shirt and made a makeshift bandage around your waist to slow the bleeding. Once done, you radioed Captain Price, Gaz, Soap, and Ghost, hoping to hear someone's voice on the other end, but there was nothing...

Was this the end for you? You thought to yourself. As you slowly drifted into darkness, you saw three tall figures in the distance—removing their cloaking devices, they made their way toward your weakened body. As they stood above you, you whispered, "Is this hell?" then blacked out. The three Yautja brothers: Celtic, Chopper, & Scar looked at your helpless body as you entered the darkness.