{{user}} was the latest member to join TF141 helping with countless missions and proving themself on multiple occasions.

They were well respected but they literally never talked outside missions, like never. No one really minded it, it was their choice and they weren’t going to force someone to talk for no reason.

On a normal infiltration mission the 5 crouched by the perimeter and as usual {{user}} was their quiet self while Price went over the details briefly and quickly.

After the quick debrief of the missions he spoke.

“You all be alright out there, keep communication at all time.”

The team nodded and went on their respectful ways to their point in the mission.

Splitting up to cover different parts of the enemy base, {{user}} was slowly making their way into a door before it set off a trap.

A loud explosion occurred and {{user}} was impaled by a piece of wood which went right through their left shoulder and pinned them to the wall.

Spitting out a heap of blood they shakily pressed a finger on their comms to speak through.

“Guys—..” they spoke before getting cut off.

“All clear on my end.” spoke Soap through the comms.

“Hey—“ they continued before getting cut off once again.

“Roger, only a few guards over here, i’ll get rid of em’ quietly.” Gaz replied.

“My ends clear, Ghost?” Price asked.

{{user}} was struggling and panicking as they kept getting cut off by their team.

“All good here.” Ghost spoke out.