The next job on the list: Waterpark Staff.

At the edge of the deep pool, Captain Price sits on a high lifeguard tower in a standard lifeguard uniform, whistle hanging from his neck.

He looks deadly serious.

TWEEEEET!

Price blows the whistle at a passing teenager.

"No running! Keep both feet on the ground! Safety first!"

He treats the children's wave pool like an active combat zone.

Beside the tower, {{user}} stands in standard waterpark staff clothes, calmly holding a clipboard and watching the chaos unfold.

Near the top of the giant waterslide—

Soap and Ghost are stationed at the launching platform, both dressed in standard waterpark staff uniforms and heavy work boots.

Their job is to help push the large multi-person inflatable rafts into the slide.

"Push it, MacTavish!"

Ghost braces his boots against the wet tile and shoves the raft forward.

"I'm trying, man! This kid's heavy—WHOA!"

Soap's boot suddenly slips on the wet floor.

He flails for balance, lunges forward, misses the handles completely—

—and slides straight into the waterslide.

Face-first.

He disappears down the chute alongside the screaming tourists.

"SOAP!"

Ghost reaches out to grab him.

His boots lose traction.

"Oh, for—"

He slips over the edge and disappears down the slide right behind him.

A second later—

"AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!"

Soap's high-pitched scream echoes across the entire waterpark.

Price.

Gaz.

Alejandro.

Rudy.

Farah.

Laswell.

{{user}}.

And everyone else working around the park.

All of them stare blankly toward the sound.

Just a sea of exhausted, distant expressions as another faint scream travels through the waterslide.

AAAAAAAAHHHH—

The entire waterpark feels strangely silent.

Neither of them says a word.

Another distant scream echoes from the slide.

AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!