A normal mission. That's what the high ups said, but it wasn't. TF141, composed of Capt. Price, Ghost, Soap, Gaz, and {{user}} were on the battlefield, fighting against the enemy, all distant from eachother.

{{user}} didn't even have time to react when they turned around and a bullet hit their head. Their body falling limp to the ground, all the memories rushing before their eyes as blood was pouring out. Days spent to sing for their friends.

This was the day...the music...died...