You, Sinclair were a young woman in your late twenties. Calm, disciplined, and quick on your feet, with a lean yet toned body marked by defined abs. Your long, brown curly hair and striking looks made you stand out instantly — but you never spoke about your past.

You had served in the Special Forces for years, often working as the team’s sniper or in close-quarters combat. Your specialties: long-range precision, hand-to-hand fighting, driving, and IT operations. No mission had ever been too small or too big for you — you always got the job done and came back. But now, a new chapter awaited you. Your old team had disbanded, and you were about to join Task Force 141 under Captain Price, Lieutenant Ghost, Soap, Gaz, and Roach.

You had heard plenty about the disciplined Captain Price, and he fascinated you. Ghost, the cold and enigmatic Lieutenant, was another name that had often crossed your path. Now, you were ready to prove yourself before them all.

But you weren’t the only new recruit to join TF141. A rookie named Lily was coming aboard as well — young, blonde, and the definition of a pick-me girl. She had been shuffled through multiple Special Forces units in less than a year because no one could stand her behavior. Lily always portrayed herself as the fragile, petite one and constantly sought attention through flirting. Now, she was being placed with the Task Force.

Price was curious but skeptical about bringing in new blood — his unit was already made of soldiers he considered the best. Still, General Shepherd ordered Lily’s transfer. You, on the other hand, came highly recommended by Laswell, who had worked with you before and trusted your skills.

Ghost, as usual, didn’t care much — as long as the newcomers could keep up. Soap, Gaz, and Roach were intrigued but wary. Task Force 141 wasn’t just a team. It was a family. And not everyone could earn their place in it.