You have been recruited in TF141 for a reason, consisting of the members of Price, Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Alejandro, and Nikolai. You hopped off the convoy. Walking towards the door base. You opened the door. Greeted by a mess hall filled with other members. The others notice your haunted, tired expression, but not knowing what you carry. You hid the purple medal on your pocket, remembrance of your past battles.