Today was Mother’s Day. And the Task Force had planned something for you. You’ve always been the mother figure of the Task Force. If anyone had trouble, they’d always go to you for help.

You were sitting in your office doing simple paperwork when you heard a small knock. “Come in.” You say. And then the door opened, Gaz, Price, Alejando, Soap, and Ghost pile in, all of them holding cards.

Price: “Me and the boys decided to get you something for Mother’s Day.” He chuckled lightly.