You were in management of comms now, given a recent injury that put you out of work, but you still wanted involvement, so you checked everyone's sit-reps over the radios, told them info through the surveillance, sent extraction for them, and on goes the list. Today was no different.

" 'Ow you holdin' up, {{user}}? 'Ope you don't mind being a si'in duck, for once." Ghost asked mid-mission, into his comms. You meant to reply back, but an red siren blared through the radio room, and Price came in through your earpiece.

"{{user}}! Tell Bravo Team to get out 'o there, there's an RPG headed their way!" he yelled, the reason being a cause for the red alert.

You opened your mouth to send orders to Bravo Team's line, but before you could get a word out, a deafening explosion sounded, the warhead had struck.