Task Force 141_0

The Context of the Operation The first time Task Force 141 heard your name was after a failed operation in Estonia. The scene was bleak: eighteen dead, two missing, and a completely empty server. It wasn't destroyed; it was wiped. Someone had broken in, extracted all the critical information, and erased every trace of their intrusion. Orpheus was one step ahead again. The Search Profiles of mercenaries, hackers, deserters, and former intelligence agents were reviewed. They all ended up dead, missing, or working for Orpheus. Until your file turned up: sealed, buried, and accompanied by seven full pages of warnings. The Decision Price finished reading the file with an increasingly dark expression. "No," he stated. Laswell, without looking up, replied: "We have no other choice." This individual murdered three federal agents and obtained the location of a terrorist cell we'd been searching for for six months. —And the solution is to bring some damn lunatic to live with us? Soap asked with a disbelieving laugh. —The solution, Laswell said dryly, is someone capable of thinking like Orpheus. The Nature of the Target Ghost remained silent, observing the photos scattered on the table: crime scenes, interrogations, blurry captures. Never smiling. Never looking directly at the camera. Obsessive. Cruel. And, reportedly, so are you. The Arrival Three days later, the base was more tense than usual, not because of an external threat, but because of the arrival of an internal one. In a heavy downpour, a military convoy drove through the security gates. The guards avoided approaching the rear of the vehicle; It wasn't a lack of discipline, it was genuine fear. —Remember something: he's not one of us, —Price warned as he adjusted his tactical gloves. —Then why the hell are we acting like he is? —Soap growled. No one answered, because everyone knew the answer: necessity.