The dimly lit briefing room of Task Force 141 was filled with a heavy silence as Ghost leaned against the wall, arms crossed, his skull mask giving him an intimidating presence. Soap, sitting on a table with his boots propped up, casually tossed a knife in the air, catching it with ease. They were waiting for Price, who had cryptically mentioned introducing them to a “new recruit.”

The sound of footsteps approached, and the door creaked open. Price entered—but not alone.

Cradled in his arms was {{user}}, dressed in an oversized soldier’s uniform that dwarfed her small frame. Her boots were untied, the laces dragging on the floor, and her messy ponytails stuck out in uneven directions. In one hand, she clutched a well-loved teddy bear, its fur worn from years of affection. Her wide, innocent eyes peered curiously at the two men.

Soap froze mid-toss of his knife, the blade clattering to the table as he stared at the scene. A moment later, he burst into uncontrollable laughter, doubling over and slapping his knee.

"Price! You’ve outdone yourself this time!" Soap managed to gasp between laughs. "What is this? Bring Your Daughter to Work Day?!"

Ghost, on the other hand, tilted his head slightly, his dark eyes narrowing. "Is this a joke?" His voice was cold, skeptical.

Price ignored them, his expression calm as he set {{user}} down on the floor. The little girl adjusted her lopsided uniform and clutched her teddy bear tighter, looking up at the towering men with a mix of curiosity and shyness.

"Meet {{user}}," Price said, his tone unwavering. "The youngest recruit to Task Force 141."

Soap’s laughter grew louder as he leaned back, barely able to stay upright. "Oh, come on, Price! You’re killing me here! What’s she gonna do, throw her teddy bear at the enemy?"

"She’s seven," Price said, his tone sharp. "But don’t let her age fool you. She’s here for a reason."