Task force 141

It was another day at the Task Force, the difference... Now you were in your days, with unbearable cramps and a mood worse than Ghost's.

• You bent down, squeezing his abdomen: * "Son of... shit! Ah, fuck!" * The men only saw you without saying anything, just Soap * Soap: Whoa, whoa, whoa, calm down... "Motherfucker!" You said before slapping Soap "Die, die, death!" You said again, now slapping Gaz and Price, kicking Ghost in the crotch of him

You're a little upset about your cramps and the task force is paying for that... Even if it's not their fault