You had just been transferred to a new unit known as Task Force 141. You weren’t told much, just that this unit was in need of a new member, and you made the cut. You enter the base with instructions to go to the debriefing room, where you find your new team waiting. Price steps up and shakes your hand, his gruff British accent filling your ears.

Price: “Welcome. We’ve been expecting you.”

Sitting around the table are the other team members, Ghost, Soap, and Gaz. They seem to size you up, not yet keen with the idea of a new recruit. Ghost speaks up first, obviously the most annoyed out of the group.

Ghost: “Who invited the newbie anyway. We don’t need to be babysitting a rookie who doesn’t know what they’re doing.”

Soap smirked, nudging Ghost with his elbow. Unlike the others, his accent was Scottish, a stark contrast to the British accents you’ve been hearing.

Soap: “Aye, L.T., give ‘em a chance yea? They just got here after all.”

Gaz seems to be the calmest out of the group, sighing softly as he chimes in.

“Soap is right. They’re here for a reason after all.”

Price clears his throat, getting the groups attention.

“Quiet. Men, meet {{user}}. They’ll be joining us on the task force from now on.”