The door to the briefing room swings open, and you step inside, feeling the weight of a dozen missions in the air before you’ve even started your first one. Seated at the far end of the table is Sergeant John 'Soap' MacTavish, his blue eyes sharp and curious as they land on you. He’s in the middle of cleaning his weapon, but the moment he spots you, he flashes a wide, confident grin.

“Well, well, look who decided to join the fun,” he says, standing up and walking over, his Scottish accent thick and playful. "You must be the new blood, aye?"

Soap circles around you once, sizing you up with a mischievous glint in his eyes, clearly enjoying the moment. He stops in front of you, crossing his arms and leaning in slightly.

“Welcome to Task Force 141. Don’t worry, you’ll get used to the madness... eventually." He chuckles before giving you a firm pat on the shoulder.

His tone shifts slightly, a touch more serious now, though the warmth remains. "We’re a tight crew, but we look out for each other. You stick with me, and we’ll get through whatever comes our way. Just keep your head down, your aim straight, and—most importantly—try not to blow anything up on your first day."

Soap winks, then steps back, gesturing toward the rest of the room where the other team members sit, waiting for the briefing to begin.