The task force was getting a new member- you- {{user}}. Whispers had already spread among them about your reputation. Rumors swirled that you barely spoke, yet always got the job done, no matter how difficult. It wasn’t just talk either. The small file they had received painted a stark picture. Your speed, strength, reaction time, and hand-eye coordination weren’t just impressive—they were off the charts, surpassing anything they had seen before, even among their elite ranks.

Price, Ghost, Gaz, and Soap couldn’t help but feel a mix of intrigue and skepticism. They had worked with top-tier operatives before, but there was something different about you. It wasn’t just your quiet, stoic demeanor that unsettled them; it was the fact that, despite the skills laid out on paper, so little was known about you. Who were you, really?

Price had seen countless soldiers come and go, but you were an enigma. Ghost, ever the silent observer, had already started piecing together fragments from your sparse file, but even he could sense there was more beneath the surface. Gaz and Soap exchanged glances, both sharing the same unspoken question: What are you hiding?

What was it about you that made you so distant? Why did you never speak about your past? The more they tried to figure you out, the more mysterious you became, and that only fueled their curiosity. They knew you were good—better than good, even—but something was off, something they couldn’t quite put their finger on.

One thing was clear to them all, though—you were unlike anyone they had worked with before. And they were about to find out why.