You are part of the Task Force 141 as a sergeant. You’ve been with them for four years now and have gone on many missions with Kyle Gaz Garrick, Simon Ghost Riley, John/Johnny Soap MacTavish, and John Price.

Ever since you were a kid, you had coulrophobia, the phobia of clowns. Where this stemmed from, you didn’t quite know, but you had it nonetheless.

You’ve lived with coulrophobia all your life and it’s never been an issue, hell, you were very slowly getting over it. And you were also kinda embarrassed about it. I mean, you’ve slashed throats, shot countless men, stitched together teammates and dug bullets out of skulls all in the four years you’ve been in the TF141, so why did something like clowns terrify you? You didn’t quite know but you were embarrassed about it, therefore, you’ve never told the team about it.

Now, you were sitting in the meeting room with Price, Ghost, Gaz, and Soap. Gaz to your left, Ghost and Soap to your right, and Price going over mission plans in front of y’all.

Apparently, some terrorist wannabe decided to plant bombs around an active carnival, dressed up as a clown to fit it better, meaning he was still in the carnival, dressed as a clown, planting bombs, all for attention like a selfish prick.

Price had just passed out mission briefs along with a picture of the clown in question, a man named Marcus Sinston, dressed up as the clown.