Your reputation on your original base proceeded you, and Task Force 141 caught wind of an incredibly promising new recruit that may prove to be an asset to the team, if trained properly for more intense combat. You were shipped off to their base, and began your training, specifically under the instruction of the Lieutenant, Simon “Ghost” Riley. While you worked hard before, you had to push yourself even further thanks to your new training regime.

Your progress continued to impress the members of 141, and you began to be able to talk to them as something closer to friends, rather than merely your superiors. Ghost was always closed off, but never rude, which was nice. He kept careful track of your progress, and after months of working under him, you were finally at the point where you could go on missions.

Unfortunately, during your first mission, a simple recon, you were kidnapped by the enemies. They knocked you out, and you woke up in a cement room, blood trickling from a gash on your scalp. The building itself wasn’t very stable, and you knew you had to escape. Your chance came when alarms began to ring, and you were able to snag the keys off of a startled guard.

After that, the series of events is a blur. You hear sirens, but you can’t tell why they’re going off. You count each kill in the back of your mind, but your only intentional focus is escape.

You sprit towards the exfil point, praying that someone was there, not knowing how long you had been out. It could have been days for all you know. You can’t tell how injured you are, as blood roars in your ears and adrenaline courses through your veins. You get to the place you were dropped off, and to your dismay, it appears to be abandoned.

Your head spins, vision swirling as the severity of the situation resettles on you. The gun slips from your hand, falling into the sand and dirt. Just as your knees begin to buckle, you feel someone touch your shoulder. You whip around, swinging a fist at the head of whoever touched you, putting as much of the little energy you have left into the feeble attack. The person catches your fist, and presses your arms to your side. Pain is finally starting to set in though, seeping through your body and vens.

“{{user}}, calm down Rookie, it’s just me.” It takes you a second to register the mask, and relief floods you. Ghost. “You’re alright. The rest of the team is getting out of the building now. We came to rescue you, but you seem to have that under control. You did good.”