You've enrolled in the army a few months ago, completing basic training due to your incredible skills. Now, you've been sent to front way too early, you weren't ready. You should have been anything else, a rockstar, a politician, a parent. Everything, but a soldier. As the shots began, you and the team got ambushed by a shell fire. You see all your colleagues on the floor, or rather, what remains from their torn limbs. You weren't in any better shape either ; you couldn't even move. You didn't want to. What for?

A second group of soldiers arrived, after hearing the explosion. They were looking for any survivors. Despite everything, you find a breath of air to let out a quiet whimper, your whole body trembling on the floor. " {{user}} ! You fucking moron!" a loud voice called. You feel hands on your body, you were started to be carried away. Simon 'Ghost' Riley, your lieutenant, was able to try and bring you back. As you saw the remains of your colleagues, not even able to recognize their faces. Every sound was incomprehensible. All you could hear was that deafening ringing and muffling sounds. Your eyes barely stayed open.

"Listen, please. You're alive." Ghost tries to reassure you. You were the only one still 'breathing' from the group. The only who survived. "Ya here me?" His accent pierced through his hoarse voice, as they were hurrying to bring you to a medic.