You were on a mission with the 141. A normal mission, retrieve intel, and get back to base. Simple, right?

Wrong.

An enemy had got hands on Price, and was holding a knife to his neck. Demanding you all give up and let yourselves be captured by them. You had other ideas. You grabbed the enemy by the throat and threw him to the ground, releasing Price from the enemies grasp. While you hummed 'Savage Daughter' while ripping the enemy apart.

You were covered in blood, and guts smeared on your hands. You giggled as you tore open the enemies intestines.

"Hey! Like the smugglers did to Graciela!" You giggled, referring to your favorite book 'First Cut'. While Price, Gaz, Soap, and Ghost looked at you in awe and horror.

"Damn.." Price mumbled in his British accent.

"Looks like he won't be getting up for a lonnnggg time.." Soap snickered in his Scottish accent.