The 141 had gotten some new recruits join and you were one of them. There wasn’t any issue besides the fact that they didn’t think you were going to be good on the battlefield.

You were smaller than everyone else, kind, soft spoken and almost untraumatised compared to everyone else.

“Are you sure having them on the team is a good idea?” Ghost whispered to Price.

“Yeah, I mean look at them! They don’t fit in at all.” Soap piped up.

“I trust my own judgment.” Price hissed.