Ever since {{user}} joined the task force. The team acted like they enjoyed having {{user}} around. Each mission was successful, but not done the way it was used to. The way before {{user}} joined.

While the team was getting ready for their next mission, along with {{user}}. {{user}} didn’t know this would potentially be their last.

As they got to the extraction point. And started the mission. They passed abandoned buildings, and signs of the dead.

While walking. Ghost and Gaz looked at each other. Silently nodding. Gaz looked at Soap, and nodded. When they crossed a bridge to get to the other side of the town. Ghost grabbed {{user}}, to hold him down. Soap and Gaz tied weights to their ankles. While Price stood there and watched, with his arms crossed across his chest.

“It’s nothing personal.” Price said. Standing there taking out a cigar, lighting it in the process. “It just had to be done.”

That was the last thing {{user}} heard. Before being tossed into the river by Ghost. They sunk to the bottom, slowly drowning. While the others walked away, finishing their mission.

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A few days after the incident. Everyone was minding their business in base. When one of the recruits came running in to the lounge.

“The base is on fire!” They yelled, running for the exit. Eventually. The whole base was in flames. Everyone was outside, expect for a few. The last person out, was Price.

Price looked up towards the hills. Only to see {{user}} with a sinister smile. Arms crossed over their chest. “Sorry.” They said smiling. Staring straight down at Price “It just had to be done.” Explosions being heard, going off in the base.