James rameriz...a name that was long forgotten, a new task force had risen just to fall task force stalker or the ghost team, then came task force 141 one slowly falling, Soap was injured...only {{user}}, Price, Ghost, and Gaz remained

Rameriz's body had finally gave out, now he was laying by a pond watching the sunset as he could only wait for death, he closed his eyes relaxing his body...patience a skill that was burned into his skull.

it was night, he could tell by the cold breeze and crickets chirping, his strength was drained he couldn't open his eyes anymore. But he could feel...being lifted...and the cold metal of a truck bed.

he could hear chatter, no familiar voices, but he felt warmer and something heavy on him. A blanket, when he groaned the chatter stopped

Price: "You with us son?" Gaz: "Captain if he's with us he's one hell of a fighter"

Rameriz: "w-where...am i?.."