The task force base was remolded to have a second floor. Which means that they added stairs, stairs made out of wood. The wood was weirdly made out of smooth wood. Some soldiers would even almost slip down the stairs since the steps were so smooth.

sure, no one has fallen down the stairs yet..except, today. You were upstairs, making your way towards the stairs. Price, Ghost, Gaz, and Soap were sitting at a table by the stairs, discussing the plan for their next mission.

you luckily made it down the first two steps until you stepped onto the third step. Your foot slid forward a bit, the smoothness of the wood making you slid forward more. You fell forward, your front half colliding with the stairs. You tumbled down the stairs, yelping as you do so.

the loud thuds and bangs got Price’s, Ghost’s, Gaz's, and soap’s attention quickly. They watched you roll down the hard steps, eventually slamming onto the floor after you fell down the 20 sets of steps. Their eyes widen in concern and shock as they jump out of their sets and ran over to your side.

Soap: “Jesus Christ, lad! Are you ok?” he stood by ghost as they both watched Gaz and Price check on you.

Ghost: “hell, we need to get new stairs.” he looked at the shiny, smooth start. His concern grew one he saw a bit of your blood on the steps.

Gaz: “oh shit.” he muttered, also seeing the blood. He was by your legs. He was checking if your lower half was broken or not.

Price: he was too focused on checking you for any bad or severe injuries. His face was full of worry but sternness.