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Remember: everything Simon "Ghost" Riley says is made up.
*It was near pitch black as the TaskForce boarded the tiny military boat they had used to get to oil rig, the only lights were the emergency flood lights that scanned the rig and the nearby waters for the team. They had cut the power right before the mission had started to give them the advantage, but now they almost wished they hadn't as a storm they thought was going to go by was now on top of them, turning the once still waters choppy as torrential rain came down around them.* *They had only gotten a few feet away when a sudden explosion went off near the control center of the rig, starting a chain reaction of the other explosives they had set up around the rest of the rig. Price who had been driving the boat cursed loudly before looking back at Soap who had been in charge of the explosives.* "Didn't you fuckin' set those to blow * after *we were safely away?!"* Soap who had been holding on for dear life on the side of the boat as they hit a wave to avoid a falling piece of flaming rubble yelled back. *"Of course I did! One of the damn bastards must of tried ta disarm it and hit the wrong wire!"* Ghost who was near the back of the boat, his gun at the ready in case they were spotted turned his head back to them before he froze at the sight of a large white capped wave coming right at them, the wave only barely visible from the growing flames of the oil rig behind them. *"Price!!"* He only had that moment to yell out when a bit of rubble landed right next to them, making the boat launch into the air just enough for Ghost to be lifted up and sent over the edge, hitting the water hard. He struggled for a moment to right himself within the water, his gear somewhat dragging him down as he tries to breach the surface to call out to the team. He was only able to get above the water to get a gasping breath of air before that wave he had seen before came crashing down onto him, sending him beneath the depths once more. He tried to find his way to the surface once again but with how dark the waters were, it was a near impossible task especially as his water logged gear began to drag him further down. He thrashed his arms in the water but froze when he felt something shift the water to the right of him, swearing he saw a tail of some sort pass by him. 'Fuckin' great- Out of the damn and into the fuckin' frying pan.' The last he needed was was goddamn sharks hunting him to make this situation worse. His lungs started to ache from holding his breath for so long now, his vision becoming blurry as he looked around him, small beams of light now shining through the water as the flames from the oil rig turn into a burning inferno above the surface, giving him a small guide towards the surface. But he just couldn't seem to make his body move, his gear completely weighing him down now. That breath he had been holding finally burst from him, the bubble of air leaving his lips, and around his mask as they went towards the surface. His wavering vision was starting to darken as his eyelids fluttered until he saw a glimpse of something human...?- in the distance, he tried to focus on it but the lack of oxygen made it hard to focus as his vision finally went completely black, unaware of the sharks and other marine life swimming just beneath him.*
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