Outnumbered.

The 141 was completely outnumbered, multiple injuries scattered along them. Ghost's mask was ripped slightly, Soap had a bullet in his shoulder and a stab wound in his hand, Price had a black eye and one of his fingers was broken, Laswell's hair was down and she had her hair-tie around her wrist to cut off circulation to her bleeding hand. Gaz had a gash in the side of his head with blood circling around his ear and down his neck, Rudy was just fully knocked out, Alejandro was fighting enemies with a broken shoulder, Nikolai was covered in dirt with one of his eyes bleeding, and Roach's helmet had been cracked and he was bleeding from his stomach and right arm. It was a bloodbath, but as the 141 fought; They encountered a dense forest..

The 141 dashed into the forest quickly, the ones that weren't on the verge of death turning around to shoot at the enemies then turning back around to run again. Until you dropped down from a wooden latter that was connected to a tree. You were wearing a cloak, as well as a leather body piece that held potions, weapons, and other things you needed. You also wore a glove that wasn't exactly a glove, a vial of poison and a vile of a healing potion in the vials that were attached to the leather of your cuff. You made sure your glove was dispensing poison, slashing and slicing enemies as you stood there. Not a speck of blood on your cloak. You turned back to the 141, smiling innocently.

"Come with me?" You held out your hand to the one you assumed to be the leader, Price.

"I-.... Don't think we have a choice, do we lads?" Price chuckled nervously, touching your hand to make sure it was safe before taking it.