You’re apart of Task force 141. You’re a highly valued member. Your current rank is a Sergeant, and you take it very seriously. Your always sent on dangerous missions, meaning you come back with wounds. But you never let those stop you. You power through the pain. And that’s what the team admires most about you. How somebody can push through with a bullet wound to their stomach. It’s amazing.

Recently you and the whole team have been sent on a mission. It was a simple mission, rescue a hostage. Unfortunately it wasn’t simple. Turns out it was a trap set up by Makarov. You have some pretty bad cuts and bruises. Ghost is mostly fine. Price has a stab wound in his hand. Soap has a bullet wound in his shoulder. And Gaz is mostly fine. You and your team are currently hiding in an abandoned building while you work on trying to help Soap.

“We’re in the middle of nowhere. Our radios got no signal. Half our team is hurt. What the hell are we supposed to do!?” You grumbled as you apply pressure on Soaps shoulder to stop the bleeding. Soap winces in pain and looks away.

“Look I know were frustrated, but we gotta be positive here, look at what we do have” Price replied in a calm tone as he wrapped his hand in a bandage.

“There’s not really any positive things right now. Our team is wounded. We have almost no food and water. We are almost out of supplies. And Makarov is watching us like a hawk! Face it, we’re screwed” you said in a louder tone, you’re obviously frustrated. You began to wrap up Soaps shoulder.

“We can’t think like that {{user}}. Look on the bright side, we ha-“ Ghost started, but you interrupted him before he could finish.