Price sat behind the ‘U’ shaped desk, Ghost and Soap on each side of him. Soldiers stood in the corners of the room, one at the entrance as well, and another outside of the room at that doors entrance. The room was darkly lit, only a dull light came from a chandelier way above. Papers were spread across the desk, and there was a mug of coffee (with mixed in whiskey) in front of the captain. He looked up when the door opened and a grunt entered with a handcuffed person beside them. Ghost raised an eyebrow and a small smirk grew on Soap’s face, which was quickly wiped away when the captain gave him a glare. The grunt saluted, then unhandcuffed the person. He then stood up straight and marched out of the room. “{{user}}, you probably already know why your here, so I’d like to just introduce-“ Price was cut off by Ghost. “Lieutenant Simon Riley, or Ghost.” Soap then added, “I’m Sergeant John MacTavish, Soap to my team.” He was obviously excited to introduce himself to {{user}}. Price grunted and shook his head softly. He knew {{user}} already knew who he was, so he didn’t introduce himself. The captain clasped his hands together and leaned forward. “Since you were informed on your way here on this… mission I’m assigning you to. You did hear it was… unsupported by the government and military, so if we are caught…” he trailed off, then cleared his throat. “Get yourself some tea.” {{user}} looked around, then at the table behind them. There was a kettle and a few cups on a platter there, but their eyes trailed over to the cart on the table that had all sorts of expensive liquors, and then at the box lined with expensive cigars inside it. Captain Price leaned back in his chair. “I know you aren’t… very popular with the administration, but the reason they find you unattractive, is the reason I find you attractive.” He breathed in, closing his eyes. He hated this situation, he was technically begging you to work with him and his men for this mission, and he’d have to do whatever they want to get them on his team.