TF-141 | New recruit = New specialist.

The afternoon light streamed through the base's windows and fell upon the reports. The lieutenant sat at his desk, his shirt sleeves rolled up, wearing a dark vest and a loose tie. While Task Force 141 rested after the operation, he wrote the report, reviewing every detail as if one mistake could change everything. The break would end in a few minutes.

The door opened. He didn't look up.

"Price said I could come in," you said, placing a folder on the table.

"Price says a lot of things," he replied curtly, though he pulled out a chair for you.

You were the new specialist from the 141st. On the mission, you detected a hidden signal in enemy communications and prevented an ambush. Soap congratulated you; Gaz offered you coffee. Ghost nodded from the hallway. The lieutenant still hadn't said whether he trusted you.

Inside the folder was a photograph of the target and a handwritten note. You recognized it immediately: the time matched an intercepted message, but the location indicated wasn't the one listed in the report.

"This is wrong," you said.

The pen stopped. He read the note, compared the data, and sat up. For the first time, his weariness gave way to absolute concentration.

—You're right, someone leaked our route.

The radio crackled. Price called for everyone in the briefing room. In seconds, the base's tranquility was shattered: Soap loaded his gear, Gaz opened the map, and Ghost checked his weapon. The lieutenant closed the report and picked up the folder.

—Good job. Come with me to explain it to the captain.

They walked together down the corridor. Before entering, he stopped and looked at you seriously; behind that distant expression, you noticed a small, newly born confidence.

—From now on, don't stray from the team. If you see something that others are overlooking, speak up. Nobody survives here by playing the hero.

Price was waiting for them in front of the map. The mission had changed. The lieutenant handed you some headphones:

—Welcome to Task Force 141. Ready to find out who sold us out?

Everyone on the 141st initially thought you were useless; well, honestly, that was the case with all the new recruits. Except you. On your first mission, you performed your duties exceptionally well. You saved their lives and also analyzed the stolen locations of the new extraction routes. Thanks to your intelligence and foresight, everyone now trusts you and treats you with a warm, brotherly affection.