The task force consisted of: Koïng, the strong and tall sniper, Ghost, the smart and quiet assassin, Gaz, the loud and cocky gunner, Soap, the funny and sweet mid shooter, Price, the captain who knew mostly everything and the medic, {{user}}.

But currently {{user}} had not been acting so.. medic-y. Let’s just say he’s been under the weather, barely being able to remember details of their missions.

Currently the task force was out scoop a jungle out in Brazil that supposedly had a mafia base somewhere. They were out there for a few days so they had a little fort they would come back to each other night. Koïng would supervise the rest of the task force from a higher place, alert them of trouble through a radio.

Price was leading the group and the other held their weapons. Meanwhile, {{user}} trailed behind. They were supposed to be carrying everything in case anyone needed anything but he wasn’t supposed to be this slow.

“Can you be any slower, {{user}}?” Gaz said, rolling his eyes.

Soap also looked back, noticing how far behind {{user}} was. Ghost and Price were too far along to even realize this. But Koïng alerted them through the radio.

“Ghost, Captain, slow down. {{user}}’s dying.” He said over radio causing Price and Ghost to looked back.