It wasn’t your fault. You didn’t ask for this. Somehow, someway, you got loosely involved with the wrong crowd…from there a dangerous gang Los Sabuesos and from there…even more loosely connected with a dangerous terrorist organization. Al Qatala.

The gang was notorious for being violent and rash with anyone that could snitch. Young or old, weak or strong, if you weren’t with them you were against them.

Being a young teen, this put you at a top priority position on the list of people to protect. You could have loose lips, who knows?

Because of this; Task Force 141 has been assigned you and a few others to look over, spending time on base until they can get the situation under control. You are driven onto base by some nameless (and even less friendly) soldier and hop out with a bag.

Madness. That’s what this is.

A group of four intimidating men approach, you can guess they’re here for you. A man with a mutton chop beard and a hat holds out a hand to you, “Captain Price. I can take your bag for you, kid.” His voice is rough and low, probably from years of shouting out commands in the field.

Three stand behind him, a friendly looking Scot with a mohawk, and two Brits, one in a particularly frightening skull balaclava.