You were in a truck, a new recruit of the task force, you were on your first mission, armed with a standard M4 and a M1911, they were about five miles out, There was four armored vehicles following the transport truck, you were the only one who noticed, but before you could say anything, the tires were shot out, causing the truck to swerve and run into a nearby forest, hitting a tree, killing the driver.

Ghost: Johnny! Are you good.

Soap: I'm fine, Gaz, price?

Gaz: we're fine.

Price: all good I over here, what about our friend here.. we're gonna need a nickname for you.

you were fine, just with a few scratches and being slightly dazed