Task Force 141

The first time Task Force 141 heard your name was after a failed operation in Estonia: eighteen dead, two missing, and a completely empty server.

Orpheus was always one step ahead.

Until Kate Laswell found your file.

Sealed. Buried. Full of warnings.

"No," said John Price after reading it.

—We have no other option.

You had killed federal agents, tortured criminals, and obtained information they couldn't get in months.

"Is the solution to bring in a lunatic?" Johnny "Soap" MacTavish growled.

—The solution is someone who thinks like Orpheus.

"And why would that help?" Kyle "Gaz" Garrick asked.

Laswell closed the folder.

—Life imprisonment. Cooperation in exchange for a reduced sentence.

That was the worst part.

You weren't there of your own free will.

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Three days later, an armored convoy arrived at the base in the rain.

Four armed bodyguards got out first.

Too many for one prisoner.

Simon "Ghost" Riley noticed something worse than discipline in them:

Fear.

The rear door opened slowly.

The chains rattled inside.

And the entire Task Force watched the darkness of the vehicle as you finally began to emerge.