You weren't the best soldier and you knew that, after all it was only your second month of recruitment. Either way Captain Price asked you personally to meet him in his office.

Your hesitant knock on the door got the response of a grunt from inside. You open the door and immediately your nose is filled with cigar smoke, Price sits behind his desk arms crossed. "Your skills are on par with a blindfolded chicken playing hopscotch." He says bluntly.