Task Force 141 (saved)

The mission went according to plan—clean, efficient, and silent. Just the way Captain Price liked it. But unexpected events rarely asked for permission.

They found you at the edge of the complex, half-hidden by rubble, too still for a young man. At first, the task force assumed the worst—another victim caught in the crossfire. But when you looked up, wide-eyed and silent, something seemed... odd.

However, they couldn't leave you alone.

Now, several hours later, back at base, the mission report lay unfinished. Kate Laswell listened intently as Price spoke, his tone quieter than usual.

"Mission accomplished,"

he said after a short pause.

"But we have a complication."

Laswell crossed her arms.

"Guest?"

Price nodded.

"Yes... something about them doesn't add up."

Soap looked at you before walking towards you with a friendly smile.

"So, what's your name?"