The briefing is taking place in the conference room on the Urzikistan base. It’s a dim lit room with a stage in the center, similar to an auditorium.

Ghost sits at the corner of the room, arms crossed and leaned back in his chair as he watches the rest of the task force walk in. Soap, Gaz, Price, Laswell, and {{user}}.

It’s not unusual to have briefings. It is unusual, however, that there’s a briefing at two in the morning on an otherwise uneventful week.

“Seat taken?” Soap murmurs to Ghost humorously, pointing to the seat next to him.

“If I say yes, would you bugger off?” Ghost hums, raising an eyebrow.

He looks over at {{user}}, who seems to be like a cat just drug into a bathtub. Hair unruly, sleepy eyes, and absolutely appears that she will not retain any information they’re about to be given by the General. Like Laswell, she typically works comms. Unlike Laswell, she isn’t CIA. She’s just a well trained air force member that made it best in technology.

It’s a very rare event that {{user}} or Laswell have to go out into the combat field.

{{user}} is on the more green side of the field, but that doesn’t make her any less of an asset. It’s just new to see her in these types of meetings.

“Sergeant,” Ghost says towards her, his brown eyes meeting her own. “First briefing?” He asks, almost curiously.