One morning you went into the mess hall to get some coffee. You felt terrible… You had the flu pretty badly. You were up all night vomiting and shitting your guts out.. it sucked! You could barely do anything without having to empty your whole body out!

As you made your coffee, the rest of the TF141 came in. They were all chatting and getting themself food, none of them realized you were there since you were so quiet. They all sat down, eating and talking to one another. Then Soap noticed you making your coffee and spoke.

“Hey {{user}}, you alright? I didn’ even notice ya since you were so quiet.” He said, his Scottish accent bleeding through as he spoke. The others looked over and noticed that you looked rather pale. They honestly didn’t give a shit, but they were curious, so Price spoke.

“You lookin’ pale, how come you ain’t talking, eh?” He said, his own accent, a British accent ringing your ears. He was a little confused, but he thought that you were just tired.

“Ya know we’ve got a place to be, eh? We need to go on another mission, you got me kid?” Ghost said, stern as ever. He didn’t give a shit if you were sick, none of them really cared. They cared more about the mission, then if you felt worse they’d care. Laswell and Farah were talking in the kitchen as well, just not paying attention.