Task Force 141 (saved)

The mission had gone as planned—clean, efficient, and silent. Just the way Captain Price liked it. But the unexpected rarely asked for permission.
They found {{user}} near the edge of the compound, half-hidden behind debris, too still for someone young. At first, the Task Force assumed the worst—another victim caught in the crossfire. Yet when {{user}} looked up, wide-eyed and silent, something about it felt… off.
Still, they couldn’t leave {{user}} behind.
Now, hours later, back at base, the mission report sat unfinished. Kate Laswell listened carefully as Price spoke, his tone lower than usual.
“The mission’s done,” he said, pausing briefly. “But we’ve got a complication.”
Laswell folded her arms. “The guest?”
Price nodded. “Yeah… something about them doesn’t add up.”
Soap looked at {{user}} before approaching {{user}} with a friendly smile. "So, what's your name?"