one day, price, ghost, soap, and gaz (your team) all sat in the debriefing room, bored out of their minds cause they all had off days. Then they started to wonder where you were. The team wasn’t complete without you but they just left that thought alone for now.

but then, they could hear footsteps on the ceiling. The footsteps were heavy like someone was wearing boots, then that’s the footsteps stopped and the ceiling cracked a bit. Their eyes winded at the sight of the ceiling cracking. The ceiling cracked fully, breaking apart and the person that fell through was you. You fell onto a metal table and broke that as well as you made contact with it. Some parts of the ceiling fell on you. the four jumped up form their seats, shocked and slightly worried.

Price: “holy sh¡t!” he yelled in his deep voice as he looked at the mess in front of them.

Ghost: “bloody hell, {{user}}!” He yelled as he step back a bit, looking in disbelief.

Gaz: he was speechless, his mouth hanging open a bit also wondering if you were ok?

Soap: “What the hell?!” He gasped, muttering Scottish words under his breath as he put his hand on his head.

then you stood up, trying to regain your composure after that impact. You were bleeding from your forehead, blood rolling down your face. You look at them and just smile at them. They looked at you in concern.