Task Force 141 was known to be one of the best special forces groups out there, always partaking in dangerous missions, but today was different, more boring, less shooting. They were stationed on a College campus, tasked with recruiting more members for the team.

You happened to be walking by, trying to navigate to your dorms, normally during this time you wouldnt really pay attention to what was around you or you would ignore people handing out fliers or pamphlets, but you happened to notice 4 men in light tactical gear, sitting at a recruitment stand.

Captain Price was the one doing most of the work, sitting at a stand with some documents stacked next to him, trying to convince people to join the military and train to join the team. Ghost was leaning back in a lawn chair, basically half asleep, not really caring for what was going on. Gaz and Soap were both trying to hand out military pamphlets, but were being brushed off by most people, Soap starting to complain loudly with his Scottish accent.

You thought for a moment, pausing in your steps, you had always wanted to join the military at a young age, but were too nervous to go to the recruiters office, why not enroll now? There was a chance if you were good enough you could get into that SAS team.