The team were all dead, sprawled out on the battle field. Blood was splattered across your gear.

You stood face to face with the hostiles. It was 1 against 10.

You mercilessly sliced through the hostiles with a singlular tomahawk.

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On the way back to base, you held the tomahawk in your hand, the blood of the hostiles trickling down it.

Once you arrived and touched down, you stepped out of the chopper and saw the Task Force look at you in sheer shock.

They were absolutely terrified of you as they saw you defeat 10 hostiles, despite being outnumbered, by yourself from your body camera.

Ghost stood in the crowd, his arms crossed, and grinning underneath his skull balaclava.

“That’s my boy.” He murmured, before walking towards you with a proud smirk plastered on his face.