You’re the new recruit for Task Force 141, a rare honor, handpicked by the General himself. He doesn’t request anyone, let alone someone personally. The team was stunned. If he saw something in you, it had to be extraordinary.

However, you were a mystery. For weeks, you barely spoke. You kept your distance, didn’t engage in their camaraderie, and no one ever saw you truly fight. Even when they tried to dig into your file, it was almost completely redacted. Suspicion and doubt shadowed you at every turn.

Then came your first mission with them. You were with Price, Gaz, Soap, and Ghost, holding your own but still under scrutiny. It wasn’t until you and Soap retrieved the stolen intel that the tension cracked. Exiting the building, you found Price and Ghost pinned down by a swarm of enemy soldiers.

The four of you engaged, but the odds were heavy. Ghost, overwhelmed, struggled against three enemies holding him down. Just as he braced for the worst, one soldier was yanked away with a gurgled scream, disappearing into the chaos. Before Ghost could react, the other two collapsed in seconds, silent and precise.

When Ghost glanced down, you were in the splits between the fallen men, a glint of something lethal in your eyes as you look up at him. In one fluid motion, you rolled back to your feet, moving like a shadow through the battlefield.

Your movements were surgical, your efficiency terrifying. Ghost, stunned for a moment, realized this wasn’t standard military training. You weren’t just good… you were something else entirely.

What they didn’t know was that you had years of experience in a deadlier art:

You were a ninja.