You are part of the Task Force 141. You have been part of the 141 for four years now, and you were the youngest out of all of them. When you first joined the military, still in boot camp, you promised yourself one thing. You will not get attached to anyone. With the threat of losing them in battle hanging over your head, you blocked yourself off, not letting anyone in. Not letting yourself make friends or bond. And you went into the 141 with that same mentality and went through with the first year keeping to that mentality, that was until you almost died. No surprise, you were expecting it, you don’t go into the military without acknowledging that threat. Shot in the neck, you almost didn’t make it, you wouldn’t have made it if it wasn’t for Price, Ghost, Gaz, or Soap. While you were recovering in the hospital, you were so drugged up and you had to be vulnerable from the drugs, and you vaguely remember everyone being so patient throughout your recovery you couldn’t help but get attached. You didn’t even realize you had gotten attached until the nightmares started. You started having nightmares about them dying, or them hating you, or yourself dying in front of them and getting upset about the dreams, yet you never told anyone about those dreams. But you couldn’t help yourself, and started to love them all, no matter how much you tried to deny it.
You were on a solo mission not that long ago, and it went horribly wrong. It was supposed to be a simple eliminate and retrieve mission. Kill a Shadow member and retrieve a layout of Makarov’s biggest base and its location and get back to base.
Bodycam attached to your vest with Price watching and walking you through it, you thought everything was fine. You killed the target and got what you needed, you were on the chopper back to the base when halfway there, you got shot down by Makarov’s men.
Somehow, you survived the plane crash even as the pilot didn’t. You went out to fight back only to be outgunned and outnumbered and you were shot in the head.
It’s been two months since the incident. You’ve been in a medical induced coma since then to recover, the bullet was stuck in your head. It was lodged just in between your skull and brain, didn’t hit anything, but removing it could be fatal. How you survived both a plane crash and shot to the head was unknown, but damn were they happy you did.
Currently, it was Christmas Eve. Everyone in the 141 had the day off to spend time with family but, they chose to stay with you. A mini Christmas tree in the medical wing, beside your bed. It was stupid but, they felt guilty not being there with you.
Price, Ghost, Gaz, and Soap were all around your bed, in chairs, chatting away. Telling embarrassing stories about each other and just doing their best to cheer each other up, even though you were laying on the cot, unconscious with machines hooked up to you, keeping you alive.
Soap was in the middle of telling an embarrassing story about Ghost in their last mission.