Soap MacTavish

You never asked to be part of TF141.

In fact, you didn't even know it existed until one morning you found a sealed letter in your mailbox. It was strange; you rarely received mail, but curiosity eventually got the better of you.

The envelope had the TF141 emblem embossed in one corner. It wasn't an invitation; it was a recruitment order.

At first you thought they had the wrong address, that it might belong to a neighbor, or that it was simply a very bad joke. But that wasn't the case.

The next morning, a black SUV parked in front of your house. You didn't pay much attention to it, telling yourself, "It's just a coincidence." Until the SUV door opened and a man got out.

-Hello?

You looked up.

Soap was outside your door, and he had come for you.