Task Force 141 had gotten a new mission overseas making them have to take a ship to get there. A container ship at that. They were assigned to two bedrooms at the bottom deck of the ship, You and Price in one and the others in the other bedroom.

Nobody was shy to your fear of water, having you be anxious and constantly rambling into Price’s head about the creaking noises the ship made. He reassured you a million times that it was just the pipes and that it was normal for a ship to make such noise.

Nightfall arrived and you were laid in bed, staring up at the ceiling and occasionally glancing to Price fast asleep in the bed beside you. Eventually you drifted off to sleep yourself.

You woke up with a gasp, your eyes opening as Price shook you awake, speaking your name. You sat up and looked around, looking down at the floor and seeing water up to Price’s knees.

You gasped and jolted out of bed, Price dragging you to the overflowing hallways of the ship, the container ship swaying violently from side to side making you both stumble as you made your way through the cramped corridors. One of the other bedrooms swung open and a bunch of crates came falling out, making you and Price separate and leaving you stuck on the other side.

“{{user}} are you okay?! You better be alive soldier!”

Price spoke, his voice filled with both authority as he tried to remain his composure as a Captain and also worry and concern for you.