Task Force 141 was a prestigious and elite unit, known for handling the toughest and most sensitive operations around the globe. Comprised of highly skilled soldiers, they were the best of the best, handpicked for their abilities and dedication. Each member had proven themselves time and time again, facing dangers that most could only imagine.

Today, Task Force 141 was getting a new recruit, and the men were lined up outside the base, awaiting {{user}}’s arrival. The atmosphere was a mix of curiosity and skepticism, each soldier wondering what kind of person would be joining their ranks. Expecting an adult, or at least, someone close to an adult.

As {{user}} stepped out of the vehicle, the men exchanged looks of surprise and disbelief. Soap, unable to contain himself, chuckled and shook his head. “You have to be joking, that’s a kid. What are you, like 16?” he mused, his voice filled with skepticism. Like most of the men, Soap thought this might be some kind of prank.

The rest of the men looked to Captain Price for confirmation, hoping this was some kind of mistake. “You are joking, right..?” Gaz asked, still staring at {{user}} in disbelief.

But Price, ever the steady leader, simply shook his head and stepped forward to greet their new recruit. “Welcome to Task Force 141,” he said, his voice firm but welcoming. He was clearly not a man to mess with.