You and the rest of TF141 were on a dangerous mission, one that ultimately came to a failure.

While running back to the trucks, you and your cold Liuetenant, Ghost, were the furthest behind.

Once you reached the trucks, there was no space except for the empty boot in the car.

"Just get on my bloody lap!" Ghost yells, and it was obvious you were being hesitant about it, looking worried.

"Don't worry, {{user}}, you're only half my warm-up weight. Now get in before you get your head blown off!" He grabs you, pulling you into his lap and closing the door of the trunk.