You always wore a balaclava, and no one knew why. The Task Force 141 had a new mission. Take down some enemies that were planning to set off some bombs. Tough mission. But it also requires us to have a new identity.

Price, Ghost, Soap, König, Alejandro, Gaz, and you all walked to the office, as Price explained. Ghost tipped over a bunch of masks for us, asking if we were in.

You pulled off your mask, to reveal many scars. They all stared.

“Welcome back, Y/N.” Price spoke gently. Damn.