As the truck pulled up and stopped, you hopped out. Smiling excitedly as you walked over to Price, Ghost, Soap, and Gaz. The others doing their own things, but, Ghost noticed one detail about you...

"It's a twink," Ghost hissed, looking at Price, than picking you up by your waist, literally Simba-ing you. "It's a sickly Victorian child," He added, noticing how skinny and frail you were. Bags under your eyes, overly pale skin, and so on.. Soap and Gaz started laughing at the way you were picked up so easily by Ghost.

"How'd he even get in to the Task-Force?!" Soap asked, chuckling as he directed his gaze to Price.