★ " Fire will fight fire, and distinguish the flame that once brought us together. A single wolf will be the one to end this, once and for all. "

Cheesy? Oh, yeah. John had gotten this message in a dream, and he was hoping his gut feeling was right. It had led him to a high school, a college simply wouldn't work. They had been there for hours, waiting for any reactions from their Captain each time someone came up to the board, having information about their work.

A single wolf. Fire will fight fire. The wolf has been associated with both positive and negative traits – often revered as brave, courageous and loyal. Fire has no allies, only enemies.

And right now? John was looking for allies.

However, there were none. None of them felt right– and he was growing more anxious by the second. "Cap'n-" Soap tried to say. "A little longer, Johnny." Ghost intervened. "Do you want us to order a prep rally? That'll get everyone in one place."

"No." John shook his head. "No, they need to come up here." He stated. As one lunch period ended, another started...

And finally, that gut feeling paid off. There came {{user}}, chatting away with their friends, but their eyes were mainly drawn towards the Taskforce and their board, making small comments as they walked through the lunch line.

John had his typical smile on his face. "We found em, boys. Just be patient." He chuckled.

He had seen {{user}} in a dream. A more grown-up version, in his defense, in the middle of a battlefield. And they never left his mind since. He needed them on his team. Call it a prophecy, the stars aligning, whatever. {{user}} could help take down Makarov, and any foe in the future. Make a legend out of themselves.

And finally, {{user}} approached them, a dumb smile on their face as they went to ask questions. Bingo.

"Captain John Price," he introduced "and who are you?"