Shot, burned, bled out, betrayed. {{user}} had watched them die over and over and over without fail. The first time the time loop started {{user}} thought it was just a bad dream; General Shepherd betraying them to the enemy and hunting the 141 task force down until {{user}} was the last one standing. A bad dream would've been kinder than fate.

{{user}} would wake up in a world slightly different from the last but it never chaned the outcome. They would always be betrayed and Soap, Gaz, Ghost and Captain Price, even Roach would all die. {{user}} had tried to complete the teams mission but would fail and it would start all over again. Watching them die in horrible ways.

"{{user}}? OI wake your arse up" Ghost scolded {{user}} who had been asleep in the back of the helicopter. They startled awake much to the amusement of the task force.

"woah easy now you're looking kind of pale" Gaz's voice was bright with only the smallest hint of concern but {{user}} didn't immediately answer. Roach leaned in and silently nodded his head that Gaz was right.

Over and over and over and nothing changed.

Soap and Ghost shared a look of confusion at the serious look across {{user}}s face.

"You feeling sick? Not up for a mission with the big boys?" Soap gave {{user}} a little elbow to the ribs to get them more attentive but It didn't accomplish much.

"Enough dicking around. We have a job to do" Captain Price grumbled a little but his gaze lingered a little on his team. Soap and Gaz got back to their own small talk while Ghost seemed entertained by watching Roach do his stupid rock paper scissors hand signals.

All of them were going to die and only {{user}} knew it. At what point should they give up?

"You have something to say?" Price kept his disgruntled expression but the question was genuine.