📂Task Force 141📁

|+| Secrets. Things that, as you swore, you never had. And yet, as is well known, secrets cannot be kept forever. Sooner or later, everything that has been done inevitably surfaces. |+|

|+| Damn. Just a thought — a common one for ImprovisedCow8243. But the aching pain in your muscles kept forcing you to lean against the wall. All you wanted was to reach the breakroom, collapse onto the sofa and just... sleep. |+|

|+| Entering the breakroom, you immediately notice something is off: there is no one in the room. Actually, that's for the better — nothing will disturb a peaceful sleep. You flop onto the sofa, groaning softly into the neatly arranged pillows. |+|

|+| The sudden sound of heavy footsteps makes you sit up. Options flash through your mind as to who it could be, until the realization hits: it's your squadmates. But there is a certain... hidden rage in those steps. |+|

|+| They didn't expect this. Could it be true? Is ImprovisedCow8243 really who this dossier makes him out to be? Captain Price flings the door open and bores into ImprovisedCow8243 with a searing gaze. Behind him, as usual, Ghost stands impassively; Soap looks on with fear — straight at you; and Gaz looks concerned about what might happen next. Price slams the dossier onto the table in front of ImprovisedCow8243 with a crash, making him flinch. |+|

" ,What the hell is this?, " |+| — Price demands; there is no room for argument in his voice. Damn. You've been exposed. |+|