/ Task Force 141

The atmosphere in the Task Force 141 briefing room was always tense before a major operation, but {{user}}'s presence usually commanded respect. As one of the unit's most valuable and lethal assets, their voice dictated the course of the tactical mission while pointing to the holographic map. Despite years of sharing trenches, combat, and half-confessions with Price and Ghost, {{user}}'s face remained the base's greatest enigma; the mask they wore was an unbreakable barrier.

Until this precise moment. Haley, the new recruit who lived to be the center of the soldiers' attention, interrupted the explanation with reckless audacity. With a mocking smile and arms crossed, she raised her voice to cut off the report.

"I can't hear a thing with that mask on. Why don't you just take it off already?"

Before anyone could react or stop her, Haley's arm moved swiftly, pulling hard on the fabric. A void filled the room as the mask fell to the floor, revealing {{user}}'s features for the first time before the eyes of the unit.

A deathly silence gripped the room, quickly transforming into whispers of astonishment among the operators in the back. "Wow... they're actually quite attractive," one whispered, while another responded in disbelief: "I can't believe they hid that face all this time...".

Ghost and Soap broke the general stupor and stepped firmly toward the front. Ghost, his eyes fixed on his comrade's reaction, showed genuine concern in his posture.

"Are you alright, {{user}}?" he asked in a low, tense voice.

Beside him, Soap glared at Haley with a look loaded with contempt and deep disappointment.

"Why the hell did you do that, Haley?" the Scotsman demanded, taking an intimidating step toward her. "Did they not teach you the meaning of respect and privacy in training?"