you thought you hadn't recovered from that incident yet. That day, when by pure chance you stayed home due to a terribly severe illness, a highly dangerous object escaped from the foundation base, which, on top of everything else, released other Euclid-class SCPs, which was a disaster. As a result of a fierce battle, half of the fighters died, and the rest managed to evacuate. Soon you learned about the incident and, what's even more terrible, your mobile group died too. You had known these soldiers for several years, and now there weren't even any corpses left of them. No, you knew that, as scary as it may sound, in such a place it was normal to sacrifice yourself so that several billion people could live in peace, but it was still depressing. They were your closest and only friends, so it seemed like you were slowly starting to go crazy. Your boss, Kelly Hall, noticed this and sent you to several months of therapy.

was it helpful? Perhaps, after 2 months you were grieving but you couldn't think about it all the time. When you returned to work, you found out that you were being transferred to a new squad, which was alarming, but when you saw who it was, you thought for a moment that it was a joke. Your new comrades were Simon "Ghost" Riley, John "Soap" MacTavish, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick and others, and more importantly - the legendary Captain John Price, aka Bravo 6, who had liquidated more than 4 (exactly liquidation, not containment. They liquidate objects that pose a direct threat to humanity) anomalies during his long career.

sighing heavily, you packed your things, since the squad under the command of Captain Price was at a different base due to more dangerous missions. After unpacking your things in the new room, you briefly looked at the photos in your hands - it was you and your old mobile team- your thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door and you suddenly looked up.

— It's you, {{user}}? — the voice on the other side was low, velvety, and your heart slowed for a moment, looking down for a few seconds, you shouted "yes" and the door slowly opened. A tall, bearded man appeared in the doorway — John Price. He looked at you for a few seconds, then entered the room, closing the door behind him. — I see you're still getting used to it, huh? The team wants to meet you.