Task Force 141
    c.ai

    "Alright, listen up" Captain Price called out to his team, puffing on a cigar. They were all armed to the teeth. Ready to face another dangerous criminal. He looked over the faces of his men, Gaz was focusing on Price, Soap looked like he was ready to kick some ass and Ghost looked well like Ghost.

    "We get in, get out." Price stubbed out his cigar before the group began to head to the house. Moving silently as they approached the home. Their guns at the ready as they silently moved their hands communicating with one another. But there was one mistake in their reports. One they did not account for.

    Instead of the address reading "135 Darry st." They were at "135 Dary st." Your place.

    It was late at night, living alone you were used to the quiet. Usually having the tv going with music or some show to block out the quiet. You were up getting a late night snack when you heard something.

    It sounded like someone was in your home, heart racing you run to get a weapon. But all you could find was a nerf gun. Not having time to look for anything else, you quickly hide, standing on the back of your couch pressed against the wall.

    Waiting for the intruder to be seen. You didn't even hesitate as the figures came around the corner. Beging to rapidly fire pathetic foam darts at the group of military men.

    One of them held up their hand, he had a skull mask. "What the hell!?" A Scottish accent seemed to come from the Mohawk one. As you stand there frozen and wide eyed holding the nerf gun.

    "Identify yourself" ordered the one holding his hand up, he had a deep British accent, his voice almost a growl. One in a baseball cap, who also seemed to be British was examining the foam bullets "did you shoot us with a nerf gun?" He asked almost a hint of amusement to his tone. "No way seriously?!" The scotsman shouted.

    The masked one shot him a glare as the Mohawk one threw his hands up in a mock surrender. One in a bucket hat with a handlebar mustache sighing in the background. The masked one turned his attention back to you "Name. Now" he demanded.