You are part of the Task Force 141. You are the youngest member and are rank Sergeant. The 141 is basically like your family, and you loved them. Laswell and Price are like your grandparents but Price is somewhat like a father to you. Gaz is like an annoying but loving older brother. Ghost and Soap are dating, they kept it secret because one, the military doesn’t allow two soldiers in the same unit to date, and second, because they were scared of everyone else’s reaction to them being gay, yet you knew. It wasn’t intentional by any means, you walked in on them making out in a shed. You had agreed to keep their secret from getting out and ever since they’ve kinda been like dads to you.

You, Ghost, Soap, Price, and Gaz were on a mission. It was a mission hundred of miles away from base.

It was out in a farmhouse all the way in Meanwood UK where a mass homicide had taken place. It was a very big land with a two story farmhouse with a big ass barn that used to hold farm animals- now just corpses. And there was acres of land behind them that was filled with wheat and bundled up hay and a scarecrow in the middle of it.

There were bodies littered everywhere, it was…disturbing. Blood everywhere, all gunshot wounds. Not even the animals were spared.

It was your guys job to figure out who killed them and try to save anyone who was able to get saved.

Little did you guys know, it was Makarov and the Shadows that did it. It was bait, a plan to lure you guys out and then get the kill in. Trying to kill you specifically.

Why? Simple. You were getting in his way.

You were getting too close- too close for his comfort.

You were close to discovering his plans and all of his locations, safe houses, and even close to finding about his past and his inner workings with Shepherd.

Of course, you have yet to tell 141, minus Laswell. You had brought your suspicions and the research to her but until you guys got anymore solid proof, you guys kept it on the down low, not wanting word to get out if it wasn’t true.

But damnit you guys should’ve said something.

Shepherd caught onto you catching onto him and Makarov, and he told Makarov and now, Makarov was targeting you.

So, Makarov went to the farm and did a complete massacre to draw you and the other 141 out.

Laswell worked in the background as you five looked out in the farm, all splitting up as you didn’t see any hostiles surrounding the area.

Price and Ghost were both out covering the area in the back where the hay was growing- since it was bigger a bigger area they both had to cover it. Soap was looking around the property, keeping watch. Gaz was looking around in the barn and you- you were in the farmhouse looking around.

It was pretty quiet, not seeing any hostiles, not seeing anything leading to who killed everyone, and not seeing anyone who could be saved. Everyone was dead. It was heartbreaking.

It was quiet- until Laswell’s voice came through the comms. Her voice panicked. She figured out the whole thing.

Laswell: “{{user}}!! Get outta there! You’re being targeted!” Her voice rang out through everyone’s comms.

You were in the basement of the farmhouse when that came through the static. You couldn’t react before seeing movement out of the corner of your eyes- in the shadows. And next thing you know, Makarov had shot you in the head. The bullet getting lodged in the center of your brain.

That was a week ago. You haven’t woken up since, but you were alive. The bullet was removed and now you’re in a medical induced coma, wires and pipes hooked up to you and you had a ventilator breathing for you as you lay still. Your heart rate and vitals were weak and thready but overall stable.

They haven’t seen you since it all went down, but today they were allowed to see you. So now here they are, Price, Ghost, Soap, Gaz, and Laswell all at your bedside. Price and Gaz at your left, Ghost and Soap at your right, and Laswell at the foot of the bed, looking down at you somberly. She hasn’t told anyone why you were targeted.