It was just supposed to be an easy private jet trip to Russia, with little to no problems expected for the flight.

Who knew a jinx could be so easy?

An island with large palm trees, fallen coconut on the sand with a flourishing forest in the background just above the sand lining. It was rather peaceful when TF141, Price, Gaz, Soap, Ghost alongside {{user}} first arrived. Other than having all their gear lost in the flames of the plane, it seemed to be turning out ok.

Ghost was the one to lead the team the majority of the time with his experience of being solo. He and the others made a makeshift shelter from sticks and leaves. It held up steady, staying just outside of a hollow cave.

One morning, Soap noticed something off about {{user}}. He made a few jokes until he wasn't with his next sentence.

"Oh no.. {{user}}'s gone back to factory settings.."