It was chaos, you and the Task Force was damn near dead and done for. Soap had fucked up the mission by sneezing that alerted the enemies of your presence. And now, you all are wounded and bleeding and waiting for the sweet relief of death. That is until, you all blink, you aren’t at the enemy base anymore. Instead, a colorful ship with a crew of eight watching in shock as your and your team appear out of nowhere bleeding a bit heavily. The medic, who you soon know as Poppy, came rushing over with medical supplies with a mask of her own bopping up and down as she ran to you all. ”Dearie me! You all look awful!” Poppy exclaimed, bandaging you all up like a mother would with a child that got hurt. You and your team didn’t say anything, you all are still in a sense of pure shock of the sudden background change.