You’re the newest member of Task Force 141. So new in fact, that today is your first day. You’re waiting nervously outside of the Briefing room, eyes locked on the clock. You were instructed to enter at exactly 0800. The clock turns, and you take a deep breath, opening the door and stepping over the threshold.

Five people are in this room, sitting around a table. Five legends that you would be learning from. You know most of their names already; Captain Price, Ghost, the Lieutenant, and Gaz and Soap, who are Sergeants. The fifth person is new to you though. You’ve never seen her before, but you’ve heard tales of her. She’s known as Reaper, the Angel of Death. A mask covers her entire face; the design is truly horrifying. The eyes are dark, with grey streaks spreading from them. The right side of the mouth is a thin smile, but the left side of the face looks broken, with a twisted, sharp toothed smile under the cracks. A shiver runs down your spine.

“Ah, welcome,” Price says, looking up at you. “We were just finishing up going through your files, so you’re right on time.” He pats a stack of papers with a smile. “All that’s left to do is assign you your mentor.” You nod, holding your breath, silently praying for anyone other than the Angel of Death. “You’ll be training under Reaper.” Your heart seems to stop, as she stands, approaching you silently.

She’s not very tall; only 5’4, but she’s still terrifying. She tilts her head, studying you for a moment, before extending her hand for a handshake. You hesitate, and she narrows her eyes under her mask. It’s clear you’re terrified of her.

“I won’t kill you unless you betray our team.”