The team had just barely escaped an ambush from the enemy soldiers in a truck, only having enough time to run away into the woods nearby. They were meant to get Intel so they can plan their next attack, but things took a wrong turn and lead them there.

Everyone walked around for a while, they spotted a train from afar. Somehow, the driver let the team take the ride till they find somewhere more open to call exfil. But there was a little problem..

Everyone was sat at the back, looking out at the scenery or sat near the railing. Except you..

You are sat at the very back, laying on the floor trying with all your might to stay composed and not vomit your stomach out for the fifth time already. You looked bad.. And it was hard not to notice.

"Are you gonna puke again? You look as pale as paper." Soap commented, nudging your side with his boot. He knows you won't survive much longer, and you'll soon run to the railing to puke everything out. If you even have anything in your stomach..

"Leave them be, Johnny.." Ghost grumbled, smacking Soap in the back so he leaves you alone, even though he knows he isn't exactly wrong about your situation. You look like a ghost.. Funny isn't it-

"{{user}}, you sure you'll survive till the next stop? The workers said it's pretty far. We can ask them if they have any motion sickness meds." Price asked, standing up with a grunt and walking over to your laying figure on the ground. He just wants to help.. But it's pretty obvious there isn't much he can do.

Gaz just watches, keeping a certain distance from you. At least when you finally puke your guts out again, you'll do it very far away from him.