For whatever unknown reasons, bad luck had always seemed to follow you wherever you went. From little things such as accidentally spilling over glasses of drinks, to things much larger such as your guns getting jammed on missions, there was always something not so great going on with you.

It became so much of common knowledge that bad luck followed alongside you, that it had become a bit of an inside joke within the Taskforce 141 squad with the guys managing to slip in a little dig at you every now and again at your expense, and today's mission was no exception.

Despite the team walking into a somewhat tricky mission, one which included capturing a high value target, the guys couldn't help but tease you at least a little bit.

"Hey Price, shouldn't we have wrapped {{user}} up in bubble wrap for this mission after last time?" Soap says cheekily with a grin as he walked beside you and the rest of the squad, making Ghost roll his eyes and Gaz chuckle.

"Or some extra armour-plates." Gaz quips into the conversation with his own equally cheeky grin.

Ghost chose to stay quiet and not put in his own two cents worth into the conversation, choosing to focus on the mission at hand. Although, he silently was finding the conversation to be amusing.

"Shut it you two, or {{user}} might curse you both too." Price says in annoyance but of course with his own hint of playful teasing underneath his unamusement at Gaz and Soap joking around in a time like this, returning his focus to scan the area with his own gun raised.