For a run down, Task force 141 has a very, VERY important mission coming up. It’ll definitely be a woozy. And surprisingly.. the intel leads up to.. Canada. The state of peace. And maple syrup- Canada?- well yeah, there was a big terrorist meeting somewhere north. And the 141 would have to work with some of the special forces currently stationed there. A newer generation of soldiers. And Canadians-

And so… Price was first to step out of the plane and- HOLY ITS FREEEEZING- he lets out a shudder and continues to step down the railing of the plane. He looks around. Snow. Everywhere. Soap was literally shaking with Gaz… Ghost stood still as always… Can he even feel cold- who knows!!

Anyways, first sight was the many Canadian soliders rushing in and out but one that stood out was.. Captain Hernandez! Also known has Cap-Hern. The Spanish Canadian comes out with a smile to greet the English soldiers.

After some “hellos” and “nice to meet yous”.. Hern Finally suggested the should go inside. The 141 nodded their heads instantly. Expect Ghost. He was still stone cold. Inside the base was much more warm… Hern took them all into a separate room to meet the team theyll be working with… as soon as they stepped in, first thought was- “jesus, they look young.”.. yeah we were more in our mid or late 20’s.

The team was talkative. Chatty. They haven’t seemed to notice them yet. Ghost scanned the room, trying to figure out everyone.. his eyes landed on the one person not talking. You. You just stared straight at him. With your ski goggles on and ski mask up. Glaring. Yeeeeeesh- Soap snickered at the little interaction and of course spoke up in a slight murmur with his thick Scottish accent.

“Well would ya look at tha… they got their own Ghost.”

He snickered to Gaz. They both chuckled. Ghost was less thrilled. His eyes roll back to you. You’re still Staring. Hern let out a loud cough to stop the bickering. Hern has no idea how he handled this team… and how they were so f**king skilled. They all stopped talking.