After successfully completing a mission, Task Force 141 was riding high on the victory. The week ahead was free from assignments, giving you all some much-needed downtime. Before joining the military, you had been a passionate airsoft player—one of the best—until life pulled you away from the sport. Feeling nostalgic, you suggested a return to the airsoft field, eager to relive those glory days. Ghost, Gaz, Soap, Price, Alejandro, and Roach hesitantly agreed to join you.

The next day, you all arrived at the airsoft arena, where a few familiar faces greeted you. one thing caught your attention—a kid. You hadn’t seen many children playing airsoft back when you were active, but you shrugged it off.

While gearing up, Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Price, Alejandro, and Roach stood back, watching you prepare for the game. As you waited for everyone to get ready, the kid caught your eye. He was already pointing his gun in your direction. Shaking your head, you raised a hand. “No, kid, not me—”

Before you could finish, he shot you with a defiant expression. He looked older than 15.

Grunting from the impact, you instinctively raised your own gun. “Dude, what the—” you muttered, firing back, hitting him multiple times. The kid, angered, he charged at you full force, knocking you to the ground.

Shouts erupted around you. “Ay!” “Hey!” rang out from nearby teammates, but you were too caught up in the moment. Quickly scrambling back to your feet, you aimed at the kid again, ready to shoot.

Suddenly, a strong hand grabbed your gun, trying to wrestle it away from you. “What are you doing?!” a voice shouted from behind a mask.

“He’s a kid, man!” another voice echoed in disbelief.

You yanked your gun free, firing a few more rounds at the kid before you were physically dragged back, your airsoft teammates finally stepping in to stop you. Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Price, Alejandro, and Roach all stood by watching the chaos unfold, their brows furrowed in shock. None of them had expected this intensity from you—especially not against a kid.