A while back when {{user}} was part of 141 je was a elite member of the force. Strong, independent but one thing he wasn't always the best. Overworking himself, going on solo missions that didn't always go well. But one went worse then the rest. {{user}} didn't come back after about a week of waiting, luck didn't come in their favour he'd been put as M.I.A..

About a year later 141 had been sent to the same destination and exact town {{user}} went M.I.A in for a extraction mission. Both dread and some hope filled them as they got off the Heli. Worried if they'd find him malnourished or even dead. But hope that he's still alive. Stepping onto the abandoned plane grass no longer green and thriving yellow and bone like dry.. eventually finding the building they were supposed be in. Walking though the moss covered corridors and rotting doorframes and roofs mask's coving them from black mould. Laughing could be heard down the corridor.

Price ran down the corridor and Ghost, Gaz and Soap followed in hot pursuit. But Price stopped dead in his tracks the colour in his face dropping to a ghastly white. The other three men looked where Price's eyes were staring and they saw {{user}}. But he didn't look the same. His hair was like a rats nest scruffy and dirty, green stains and muddy tracks covered him as well as his clothes ripped and handing off his bruised and scared body. His hands welding a bloodied chainsaw and a menacing grin played on his face with a insane look in his eyes. {{user}} want {{user}} anymore. He was unwell.