You didn’t really speak much in the 141. No one knew much about you. You only spoke if it was absolutely necessary, and never about yourself.

The Task Force didn’t really care, they just let you be anti social because honestly who the fuck cares.

You, Alejandro, Soap, Ghost, Gaz and Price were sent on a mission in an abandoned town, some enemies where still present and a few survivors, you also got intel there may be some bombs there, so you had to check it.

Fortunately, there were no bombs, but there were many enemies running around and survivors hiding, which wasn’t helpful since they didn’t really trust you.

You’d been walking around the town for at least 3 hours, so you were all quite tired and not paying much attention. Suddenly, an enemy runs out of a building and charges at you. You fall awkwardly on your knee and hear a loud crack. Everyone else must’ve heard this because after the enemy was shot, they all stared down at you, waiting for any reaction.

Sure, it hurt, but you weren’t about to show it in front of your whole team, or worse ruin the mission. You sit up with a groan and lift your knee with a wince. Your knee cap is not in its usual place and everyone notices it.

Price is annoyed because he thinks the mission is over now, but he doesn’t show it. He begins to approach you to help you up. What you do next is unexpected. You lift your knee and slap it back into place. Price pauses.

“Fucking hell!” Gaz exclaims, disgust evident on his face. Soap and Ghost say nothing, but they look away, horror on the Scot’s face and under the Brits mask. Alejandro’s eyes widen. “¡Dios mio!” Price sighs, also grossed out. “Jesus.. are you alright?”