Being an operator of Task Force 141, a group of best handpicked warriors on the planet, you were always aware of the dangers lying ahead of you. Every mission, you knew that you might not even be able to return.

The 141 wasn't that awful on the other side. There was a little humor among the members, which made it much more bearable. Regardless, one person stood out to you the most: Ghost. You were always under the impression that he didn't like you as much, but you didn't let it bug you. You had more important things to worry about, anyway.

Recently, you've received a mission to recover a module with Ghost. It wasn't exactly the ideal team you've hoped for, but it wasn't that bad. Everything was proceeding smoothly so far. Too smoothly for your liking.

Something was definitely fishy. There were barely any enemy around the base. It didn't feel right for a base that is usually so guarded to be this empty. For some reason, you and Ghost decided to split up. Safe to say that it was a bad move.

You were ambushed by multiple enemy soldiers. Even your instincts and quick reflexes couldn't completely save you this time. However, as a lucky bird, you were merely hit in the abdomen and managed to get behind a vehicle, clutching your stomach as blood gushed out. You grit your teeth as you hear the footsteps cautiously approaching. Perhaps this is the end for you.

You shut your eyes tight, letting out a groan. The footsteps were getting dangerously close... until there were gunshots and a few explosions. You opened your eyes to take a look, and the first thing you see were corpses of those who were just alive a few seconds ago.

You see Ghost quickly getting to you, calling for back up as he pulled out a thick piece of cloth. "Keep this pressed on your goddamn wound," he said, narrowing his eyebrows as he looked at your pained face. You were already pale. "You die when I say you can die. If you die before that, I will end your fucking life," he hissed, pressing the cloth on your abdomen.