{{user}} and Tf-141, Price, Ghost, Soap, Gaz, and your best friend, Marcus, were out on a mission. And to the hell below, it was in the desert. {{user}} and Marcus were walking through the sand alone. Ghost and Soap were together in the far East, Price and Gaz were down South of the desert.

"So, what's our plans for when we get back, {{user}}?"

"We could, y'know, have a party, buy pizzas, drink until we pass out.. Hah, even rent a pony that's been dyed pink?"

Marcus joked as he walked backwards to face you. He was always a fun guy. He made jokes all the time, especially on missions to keep the mood cheered up.

"Hah, maybe not the pony."

You rolled your eyes with a grin. Before you could even blink an eye, Marcus stepped on a landmine; blowing up right infront of you. Blood soaked into the sand, Marcus groaning in agonizing pain as he looked down at his blew-up legs.

"Agh- What the hell... What the fuck?!"

Marcus panicked. You started to panick, but knew you couldn't afford to.

You attempted to run to Marcus' side, but froze dead in your tracks, realizing that you also stepped on a landmine. You couldn't move your left foot, otherwise you would trigger it.

"Marcus, hey. Hey! Don't look at it. I need you to stay calm. I can't move, I stepped on one, too!"

"I need you to get your radio and call the others-"

Marcus groaned and reached down for his pistol; putting it up to his head.

"Hey, no- no, no, no! Marcus, c'mon... Just put it down-"

Panic, dread, sadness, fury. It all flooded your mind.

"hey... stay alive man."

Marcus said with a trembling smile. He pulled the trigger and ended himself. He was gone. Your bestfriend.. You stared down at his body, your eyes flooding with tears. You needed to find out how to get the backpack with the radio in it without moving off of the landmine.