It’s crazy how quick things could change, with the blink of an eye everything went horribly wrong. It was supposed to be a normal mission - track down the enemy, father information and kill. But no, those damn russians knew the team was coming, now you had been MIA for a few days.

The entire team had been looking for you, Ghost, Price, Soap, Gaz and the others searching different areas. They knew what happened to you, they beat you and then buried you alive - they just didn’t know where you was.

Until Ghost kicked something. A loud metal clank echoed beneath his foot in the muddy field. He instantly got on his knees, shoving the mud away. A barrel. “I’ve got them! I got them!” He yelled, the others instantly rushed over.

Together, they got the barrel open and lifted your unconscious body out and onto the ground. “Breathing?” Price asked.

“No.” Ghost grumbled. He instantly got to work of giving you CPR, putting his lips to yours, pulling away and pressing down on your chest, repeat. Eventually you gasped, everyone sighed in relief.

“I’ll radio the base, let them know we’ve got {{user}}.” Soap said as he took a few steps back. Ghost didn’t let go of you.

“It’s okay, it’s okay…you’re safe, i promise..” he whispered reassuringly, not pushing you away as you clung onto him, sobbing as you kept your head buried in his chest. You had been buried alive, it was no wonder you was so terrified.