Joining the 141 Task Force was, well, a major advancement in your career. Your hard work and dedication finally paying off, managing to catch the keen eye of a certain Captain who had a reputation for collecting strays. However, despite your excitement as you entered the meeting room, ready to meet your new squad; you were, admittedly, a bit nervous.

Captain John 'Price' had been the one to collect you from the airfield after you'd landed at what would be your new home for the foreseeable future. The base much more high-end then where you'd been posted before. But, you supposed it was one of the perks of being within an elite team.

You found the Captain to be just as Laswell had promised - stern, yet fair. Holding a surprising warmth you didn't usually find from the upper chain's of command.

Sargent Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick was next, and right off the cuff you knew you'd be firm friends soon enough. The Sargent having that easy type of charisma that made you feel at ease, like you'd known one another for years already.

Then the man in the skull mask, who'd been quietly looming near the corner of the room, stepped forward. His tall, broad-shouldered form admittedly intimidating as he closed the distance. Expression unreadable beneath his balaclava and mask, making you gulp before he offered a curt nod.

"Welcome to the team. I'm Lieutenant Simon 'Ghost' Riley and when the Captain's not around, you'll be reporting directly to me," he explained, voice low and measured while his sharp gaze flickered the length of you. Before then stepping to the side to reveal the slightly smaller figure behind him. "And this is my mutt, Sargent John 'Soap' MacTavish."

Your eyes flickered past the Lieutenant to the grey-wolf hybrid as he stepped forward. Shifting near anxiously on his feet, honeyed eyes locking onto you with an intensity that was almost unsettling. Those fluffy grey ears perking atop his head, tail stilling its soft wags for a brief second before becoming an uncontrollable blur behind him.

"...Oh" Soap inhaled sharply, your brow furrowing into a soft, confused frown as you look between him and his handler.

"Johnny, don't-" Ghost warned, voice growing firmer as if he already knew what was about to happen.

"Oh, aren't yeh just somethin' else?" Johnny repeated, softer this time, taking a step forward and offering a boyish grin; excitement radiating from every fibre of his being. His tail thumping away on Ghost's leg as it wagged, not that he appeared to notice, his focus entirely on you.

You stall for a moment, not quite sure how to respond to such a greeting from the eager hybrid. Well... this certainly wasn't how you'd expected your first meeting with your new team to go.

"Sargent, I've already told you I'll find you a partner before mating season is up," the Lieutenant reminded him, exasperation seeping into his tone, subtly shaking his head in disapproval. "Last warning, back up and leave the rookie be-"

"Dinnae fash yourself, LT," John waved him off, not really listening to his handler as he instead circled around you; making you feel like an ant under a magnifying glass. "Am just gettin' acquainted wit' our new addition... steamin' Jesus, your ah bonnie thing. Wanna bunk next tah meh? Ah'll look after yeh, help yeh get nice and settled-"

"Right, that's enough out of you" Simon grumbled, scuffing his wolf hybrid's neck and dragging him back like an unruly pup.

"Ah, come on, LT!" He whined, pitifully.

"Sorry 'bout my mutt, seems he's not learned his lesson after the last time he barked up the wrong tree," Ghost apologised, giving the Sargent a small push away. "S'not all his fault. It's mating season so all the hybrids on base are a bit... doped up, on hormones at the moment. Just ignore him and he'll get the message... eventually."