PR1CE_NWSSR

There hadn't been any missions for about two weeks; that is, everyone had a breather, a chance to sleep a little longer. Some had even gone to see their families, except, of course, the strict captain and his paperwork. This time it was a little different, someone new...

Something rarely seen, especially during a break.

His eyes scanned the report as a sigh escaped his lips along with the smoke from a cigar burning in one of his hands, held away from the paper. A final puff before he stood up and left his office. Soap, Gaz, and Ghost were already waiting for him; they were his trusted men.

— Well, let's see what awaits us...—
He said, crossing his arms at chest level, that of course he had already read the history, that he already knew, and something rarely managed to surprise that man.