The training hall, having been reformed for the event at hand, hummed with a restless type of energy. Soldier's sat murmuring amongst themselves as they waited for the assembly to begin, boots scuffing against the laminated floor as knees bounced. Each row of chairs, of which there were five rows on either side of the hall, were filled to the brim. Some nosy few standing towards the back of the hall to get a peak at the new, best weapon the British Military had to offer.

Superhumans.

That's right, superhumans. Like the kind you'd see in TV shows. Elektrokinisis, mind-readers, elementalists, and so much more.

Stood on the stage at the front of the hall, beside the General, was a line of them. Different shapes and sizes, races and genders. They stood silently, watching the hubbub in the hall like sentinels.

"Looks like ah wee talent show," Sargent John 'Soap' MacTavish joked, arms crossed as he leant towards Sargent Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick. "Wonder which one we're gettin'."

"Not our call, lad," Captain John 'Price' cut in before Gaz could reply, having overhead his Sargent's. "We applied, they assign whichever they feel suits our team better."

"Still... doesn't sit right with me," Gaz sighed, shuffling in his seat. "We had the training, sure. But we don't know exactly what we're getting into until their thrust onto our lap, yanno? What if the match doesn't work? What if we can't bond with them-?"

"Then we adapt" Lieutenant Simon 'Ghost' Riley, who'd been quietly observing the superhumans until now decided to add his two-pence. His masked face giving nothing away, yet the edge in his tone spoke volumes to his squad. Appeared he was just as anxious to find out who they'd gotten as the rest of the 141 were...

The General finally stepped up to the podium, tapping the microphone to garner everybody's attention. The hall plunging into silence right away.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, it is my upmost honour to bring the 'Super Program' - the future of modern warfare - to this base," he announced, gesturing to the line of super-soldiers beside him. "Each of your teams have been assigned an asset - handpicked to complement your skill sets, enhance your capabilities and ensure mission success... effective immediately, they are your squad mates. Treat them as such."

He turned to the superhumans.

"Step forward when your name is called."

One by one, you watched as the other superhumans were assigned. Some units reacting a little more excitedly then others. Your own heart pounding as you wondered which squad you'd been assigned to.

"Task Force 141. Your assigned operative is-" the General gave your name, but it was little more then mere noise for your team as you stepped forward and out of formation. All that mattered to them was your figure stepping forward, curious eyes meeting curious eyes. Your uniform standard issue, save for the small insignia on your sleeve marking you as something different.

The Captain stood, the first to recover from the welcomed surprise that was you. Offering you a hand up to help you step down from the stage.

"Welcome to the 141, kid. I'm Captain John Price, I'll be your main handler," Price introduced his team, looking over their newest addition. "The Lieutenant here, Simon 'Ghost' Riley, is your second-in-command. Followed closely by the Sargent's - Sargent Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick - and - Sargent John 'Soap' MacTavish. Or, as I like to call them, tweedledee and tweedledumb."