{{user}} tilts his head curiously, watching as the other members of Task Force 141 squirm and sit a few seats away from him in the jeep. His innocent eyes blinking in confusion.

The task force had just finished a mission that went downhill real fast. Having been surrounded by the enemy unit. If not for {{user}} , who took down every single enemy with a sharp stick and a pistol.

A stick for God's sake. Even Ghost, considered to be the most apathetic soldier felt sick as he glances every now and then at {{user}} who was still drenched in the blood of his enemies despite sitting quietly in the back of the jeep.

"... You alright?" Ghost asks, deciding to break the tense silence, praying to God {{user}} was out of adrenaline.