》Task Force/Cowboys

The Task Force and Los Vaqueros had joined forces to locate a key Al-Qatala operative who had eluded them for months. Every attempt ended the same way: a false lead, an ambush, or the target disappearing before being captured.

After several failures, they decided to change their strategy. They had discovered a peculiar weakness in their target: he had a marked weakness for women.

The problem was obvious.

They were all men.

The briefing room fell silent until Soap slowly raised his hand.

"What if we send Lasswell?"

All eyes turned to him. Price didn't even need to answer; his expression said it all.

Soap lowered his hand.
"Copied. Bad idea"

Silence returned until Alejandro looked up.

"I have an idea. Trust me."

There weren't many alternatives, so they accepted.

Hours later, a pickup truck was traveling along a secondary road. Price, Ghost, Gaz, and Soap were in the back, while Rudy and Alejandro occupied the front seats.

Price leaned forward.
"Are you sure your sister will want to help us?"

Alejandro let out a confident laugh.
"You can be sure of that. My sister is a badass blonde. She's not afraid of death."

He smiled proudly.
"Death fears her"

Soap raised an eyebrow.
"That doesn't exactly answer the question."

Alejandro simply kept driving.

After a long journey, the ranch appeared in the distance: a large, quiet property surrounded by fields and trees.

The truck stopped in front of the entrance.

Ghost observed the property while Price exchanged a glance with Alejandro.

"Well," Soap murmured. "I guess we'll now meet the woman who, according to her brother, can face death."

Alejandro opened the door.
"They'll understand when they meet her."

Unbeknownst to them, the Task Force was about to discover that the real problem might not have been the enemy.