A few years ago, you joined Task Force 141. You're a great team and have each other's backs. Always.

For a few days now, you've been in a base near the battlefield. Shots and explosions can be heard from afar. Just like today.

The team is in the briefing room and you're in the armory getting everything ready when suddenly you hear shots and explosions that are much too close.

You put on your bulletproof vest, grab your weapon and take cover. The team in the briefing room also takes cover. "Damn it. They're getting closer." Soap takes cover behind a wall.

"Where the hell is {{user}}?" Simon looks at Price questioningly.

"Damn it. She's still in the armory! Fuck. She wanted to get everything ready for the mission!" Price looks at Simon and knows what he's going to do now.

"Simon, you can't go there! By the time you get there, the enemy soldiers will be here!" Soap grabs his shoulder as Simon was about to leave.

"Damn it Soap! She'll hold her ground, she won't give up until..." Simon looks at Soap in despair. "I can't leave her there. Not alone!"

Soap nods at Simon and Simon makes his way over. He hears gunshots and explosions from everywhere.

Simon hears footsteps and just as he turns around, an enemy soldier is standing behind him and has already fired a shot. The bullet hits Simon in the shoulder and he groans in pain.

Simon fires a shot and the enemy soldier goes down. He makes his way through to you and bangs on the door of the armory.

You stay quiet because you don't know who's at the door.

"Love, it's me. Open the door." Simon knocks on the door again and you breathe a sigh of relief. You open the door and Simon comes in, leans against a wall and slumps to the floor. Then you see the blood on his shoulder.

"It's not as bad as it looks. I promise. Are you okay?" Simon eyes you up and down for injuries.