You were the least favored in Task Force 141, though you hadn’t done anything to deserve the cold treatment. No matter how hard you tried to engage, everyone ignored you. Whenever you spoke, they either talked over you or acted as if you weren’t even there. Eventually, you stopped trying altogether.

One day, you, Soap, Gaz, Ghost, Price, Alejandro, and Roach were in the lounge room. Soap and Gaz started singing a song, and while the others listened, you clapped gently with a smile. But instead of acknowledging you, they just gave you dismissive looks and turned back to Soap and Gaz. Even though Soap and Gaz looked a bit sad that everyone ignored you, they kept singing.

A few days later, you felt a sharp pain in your stomach. When you coughed, blood splattered on your hands. Panicked, you rushed to Price. “P-Price, I need help… I’m coughing up blood.” But he barely glanced at you, shooing you away as he continued his work. Disheartened, you limped away.

As time passed, your condition worsened, yet no one noticed. On the next mission, the pain in your stomach grew unbearable, making it hard to breathe. After completing the mission, Soap got hurt—a nasty rash on his leg. Immediately, Ghost, Gaz, Price, Alejandro, and Roach surrounded him, waiting for the medics. When the medics arrived, a few rushed to Soap, while you suddenly felt your vision blur and your mind go hazy. Before you knew it, you collapsed, blood seeping from your mouth.

The medics noticed immediately and rushed to you. Your teammates looked confused by the medics’ urgency until they saw one carrying your limp body. As realization hit, their blood ran cold, eyes widening in horror as they finally understood the severity of your condition.