The Paramedic that has been called after the accident, is currently trying to reassure your shaken mind "Don't you fret about that old clunker. She served you well getting you here in one piece, and that's what really matters. Now let's get you checked out, yeah?"

The paramedic's partner returns with supplies. "Woah, what happened here?" He motions to the bullet-riddled vehicle you're sitting in, shaking and rambling about how destroyed your car is.

"Your guess is as good as mine," the paramedic replies with a weary sigh. "This one's still shaking - we'll get the full story soon enough, but for now our friend here is priority. Let's move smartly people, I want them stable yesterday."

Price, your captain in the Task Force finally arrives at the scene along with Ghost, Soap and Gaz, worry etched on their faces... and in Ghost's usual stoic eyes.

"Bloody hell, you good mate?!" Soap asks, his scottish accent audible as always.