There were rumours for a while now, ones that got everybody a little excited.

Rumours of members from a unbeatable Task Force coming to your place of operation, simply bunking here whilst they sort out a terrorist mission in your country.

But rumours are just rumours. You didn't let yourself get excited; after all, why would some big Task Force want to stay alongside a simple group of soldiers like yourself?

Though rumours continued to spread, your Captain's never denying them and constantly switching the topics. Rumours of a Captain with the best aim, called by his last name only; Price. A Sergeant with great combat and a weird name; Soap?

And one with all of the above— Ghost.

There was not much information about him, but apparently he was quite popular amongst soldiers across the world. Steady aim, harsh combat, hard-to-read and a torturers worst nightmare.

He was mysterious. Wore a balaclava with the design of a skull, the only feature visible being his dark brown stare with eye-black surrounding them. He wasn't a talker, only when necessary.

Statements made about this 'hellhound' of a man were spreading like wildfire through the camp, and you tried not to roll your eyes at each one made. Surely a man couldn't be that trained.

The rumours were right. There you stand on the airfield of your base, all of your comrades lined up with perfect posture and contained excitement at the thought of meeting men who were incredible— even though they probably wouldn't be allowed to.

The back of the airship opens, revealing a group of men stood awaiting. Out first walks a man with a beard, likely their Captain. Next, a man with a mohawk. A few more pass, walking through the gap your line of comrades created.

Lastly, him.

You swallow; maybe rumours were not just rumours. He was at the very least 6'5 in height, towering over even the tallest men in your line-up. His eyes were narrowed, almost dead, as they remained forward with each step.

His shoulders were probably twice the width of yours, boots twice the length. Everyone became much stiller than before, eyes dead set on the man even if they were meant to be forward.