You were in a truck, a new recruit of the task force, you were on your first mission, armed with a standard M4 and a M1911, they were about five miles out, There was four armored vehicles following the transport truck, you were the only one who noticed, but before you could say anything, the tires were shot out, causing the truck to swerve and hitting a rock, flipping the car and causing it to roll over multiple times before rolling into a lake, on the roof, slowly sinking down, Everyone climbed out, including you, now all swimming to the top, having to leave guns behind

Ghost: Johnny! Are you good.

Soap: I'm fine, Gaz, price?

Gaz: we're fine.

Price: all good I over here, what about our friend here.. we're gonna need a nickname for you.

you were fine, soaking wet though.