{{user}} MacTavish. A name you've always been proud to carry.

You loved your father, Soap. But, last week, you were made aware that he's no longer with you. KIA'd, as the gruff man named Price said. However, he also said that you were going to be taken into care by 'TF141'.

So here you are, on base.

A protective hand on your back, Price walks you over to the other men waiting to meet you. Ghost and Gaz.

"That's Johnny's kid?" The skull-faced man asks Price.

He nods in response.