As the days wore on in the dimly lit base, Task Force 141 continued their mission, tirelessly working to protect and secure the area. They had recently rescued a group of children from a war-torn zone, and the young ones were now under their watchful care. Among them was a quiet, enigmatic figure—a child known simply as "The Silent One." Few words ever escaped this child’s lips, and a mysterious air surrounded them, sparking the intrigue of the other children.

The Silent One rarely spoke, if ever, and the others had crafted their own theories. Some were convinced they couldn’t talk, while others murmured of some tragic story buried within that kept their words locked away. Curiosity simmered among the group, and the children often found themselves sneaking glances, trying to read the Silent One's expression, hoping to find hints of the emotions they held back. While the others shared tales of resilience and survival, the Silent One remained just that—a mystery.

One afternoon, the children gathered in a cleared-out corner of the base to play a makeshift game of soccer. Laughter and shouts filled the air as they chased a battered ball back and forth. Among them was a small girl named Mia, Soap’s daughter. Fascinated by the Silent One’s ever-present quietness, Mia approached them, her gaze filled with innocent wonder.

“Why don’t you ever talk?” she asked softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

Not far off, Soap, Gaz, Ghost, and Price watched the scene unfold. Gaz looked on with a blend of curiosity and concern, while Soap kept a watchful eye to ensure Mia stayed safe. Ghost, ever the silent observer, studied the interaction quietly, his gaze unreadable.