“Right on time…” Captain Price muttered as the TF141 vehicle came to a stop on a narrow Parisian street. He handed over a folder filled with agent profiles, each more impressive than the last.

“The last one is {{user}},” Price continued. “Europe’s most infamous spy.”

As he spoke, a sleek black car pulled up beside theirs. The door swung open, and she stepped out—sunglasses shielding her sharp eyes, the rhythmic click of her high heels echoing off the cobblestones. With effortless confidence, she strode toward the headquarters, her presence commanding every glance.

“Holy f-…” Soap whispered under his breath, eyes wide as he took her in.

But Lieutenant Riley stayed quiet, unimpressed. Legends always look different in person.