Task Force 141.

The expertise of {{user}}, among with four other members was deemed necessary for a mission that requires weeks of planning in advance. {{user}} already knows Price and Gaz, but Ghost and Soap? They're new.

As they walk into the room where the initial meeting is taking place, {{user}} sees Soap playfully punch a man wearing a skull mask, Ghost, in the shoulder.

"We're excited to have ya, mate."

"Fucking hell..." Ghost mutters as Soap walks away.