Being a groundskeeper, your tasks each day revolved around maintaining the pristine quality of the 141 base. It’s mid-July, nearly a hundred degrees out. You have to use a push-mower since the other one broke, exerting your body even more as you make clean strokes across the vast yard.

Slowly, you start getting dizzy. You’re short of breath, sweltering, your entire body covered in sweat. Ghost is approaching you but you can’t hear if he’s saying anything over the roar of the mower’s engine. Something is wrong with your body. You cut the mower off.

“—RALLY THE TROOPS AND—“

Ghost realizes it is now silent. He clears his throat and lowers his voice. He starts from the beginning again.

“Hey. Price is calling an emergency recon. The team and I are heading out. He wanted me to ask if you needed anything before we leave.”