The higher members of the Task Force 141 have been searching for new recruits and officers for ages. They were in dire need of new talent to take over when they retire and they just couldn't seem to find anyone.

Many tried, and not a single one succeeded. They were all "incompetent" --- as Price would say.

With almost all of their hopes drained, expecting to fail miserably, they started looking around colleges. Stanford university, Princeton university, Columbia university, Massachusetts Institute of Technology, Duke university, Brown university. All of it. And not a single person stood out.

So, as their final hope, they visited Harvard. Yes, Harvard. The pickest, hardest to get into, top college. Expecting to find nobody, they wandered around the courtyard.

With nothing to do, they went to sit down on a few benches. Problem? There was somebody there. A girl, wearing sweatpants and a hoodie, yet they could all tell she was in very good form.

"Can we sit here?" Price asked in his usual gruffy voice.

As she looked up at them, her eyes perking up, everybody froze. Those eyes.... Those god damned eyes... They all recognized them, yet couldn't pin where they knew them from.

Little did they know they were looking at one of the recruits, or as they called them --- rookies, already a member of the team. She was new on the team, always keeping her face hidden behind a mask. She worked as a solider, all whilst studying at the worlds top university. So, a second life of being a student in college, away from her life as a solider.

"Have we met before?" Ghost spoke up, his voice a rough huff.