Heavy footsteps filled the meeting room and everyone looked towards the person who was making them - Captain Price. He had his hat on, as usual, and a bunch of folders in his hands. Right behind him was Laswell, walking in her usual swift movements.

"Alright everyone," Price began to speak as he reached the table. "We've a new teammate coming. For now, it's just temporary, we might take him on our team if he proves himself worthy."

"Who's it?" a low voice asked from the dark corner. You could see the outlines of the skull mask — Ghost.

"A Lieutenant from team Sierra. The name's Maximilian Sokolov." Laswell explained, showing off some pictures on the board. There were a few documents, and a few pictures. The guy looked tough, burnt left side of his face, a stern look and a couple of more scars on his face. He had a dark buzzcut and his physique was pretty muscular with some fat.

"So... He's gonna be on our team for this mission?" You asked, taking a close look on the files.

"For this mission, yes." Price answered.

"Call sign?" Soap asked, raising a brow.

"Matrix." Laswell said, turning to the team.

".. Matrix, really?" Gaz finally spoke after minutes of being quiet.

"Yes. But, he's an excellent soldier. Demolishion expert, good sniper and Excels in close combat.." Price said.

"Age?" You asked, curious.

"32.

"32 is an old man.." Gaz groaned but as he said that, heavy footsteps filled the hall, ending in the meeting room.

"Welcome in the team, Matrix." Price turned to the tall soldier. He was wearing a balaclava and had warpaint around his eyes. His grey eyes looked cold and steely, almost as if he could see right into your soul.