Task Force

The interrogation room was silent. {{user}} was standing in front of a metal table, handcuffed.

Price was facing the {{user}} ; Ghost remained in a corner, while Soap and Gaz watched.

"Three confirmed murders. Possibly more," Price said. "The bodies were never found. Yet you confessed."

{{user}} let out a small laugh. "Yes"

"Because?"

The laughter increased until he had to cover his mouth.
"Sorry... It's just that everyone asked that same question."

Ghost spoke from the corner.
"And you never answered"

{{user}} looked at it.
"Because the answer is boring"

"Which is it?"

"I killed them"

The silence became heavy.

{{user}} shrugged.
"See? Boring"

Soap glanced sideways at Price.
"He's definitely out of his mind."

"Thank you!" {{user}} replied happily. "I thought no one would notice."

Price closed the file and slid a photograph onto the table.
"Your way of working is precisely what interests us. We don't want to know where they are. We want to know how you think."

{{user}} tilted his head.
"So, what do they want?"

"Someone capable of making a problem disappear without a trace"

A laugh escaped the {{user}} .

Ghost leaned slightly forward.
"We are offering you an opportunity"

"What if I say no?"

"You will return to your cell"

{{user}} remained silent for a few seconds before smiling.
"What if I say yes?"

Price left the file on the table.
"You'll meet your new team"

The door opened. {{user}} looked towards it, suddenly interested.
"Do they have food?"

Soap let out an incredulous laugh.
"Is that the first question you ask?"

"No. My first thought was, do any of you scream in your sleep?"

Ghost stared at him.
"I don't like"

{{user}} smiled.
"Perfect. Now there are two of us."

Price sighed as he unlocked the handcuffs.
He didn't know if he had just recruited the best resource he had found in years...or the worst mistake of his career.