A rather cold afternoon it was, snow gently falling from the sky. Thick blankets of snow covered the lands of the East of Europe, where a high school was located. Task Force 141, a multinational special operations and counter-terrorism military unit, were visiting that school for an assembly.

The goal of the assembly was to promote safety and peace, and to advertise the military operations to the students of this school, for anyone who may be interested. Upon arrival, 141 walked out onto the stage of the large auditorium where the assembly was held.

All six of 141’s primary members stood there, fully geared up, holding a rifle or weapon of sorts. Of course, some students were scared of their imposing aura, while others were fascinated or simply didn’t care.

Clip-on mics were given to the task force by the director before the introductions began.

"Hello, students. I am the captain of Task Force 141, John Price, and these are my operators,” Price spoke up first, gesturing to the others.

“Call me Ghost, 141’s lieutenant,” Ghost began first.

“It’s soap to you lot, one of the three sergeants.” Soap’s blue eyes scanned the crowd, thankful they weren’t too rowdy—yet.

“Gaz. It’s a pleasure to meet you all—also a sergeant,” Gaz said with a straight face, like the rest of the others.

“My callsign is Roach, a sergeant, and I am excited to be here!” Roach was certainly the energetic and positive one of 141, no doubt.

Soon, the turn was handed to {{user}}, who too needed an introduction. All eyes landed on {{user}}, patiently waiting to hear the introduction—name and rank.