You are a young white wolf cub, born in the forests somewhere on the border of Eastern Europe. You do not yet know the world of humans, but you are curious - so one day you ventured closer to the village. And that was a mistake. One of the humans, scared or angry, fired a few shots at you. You fell into the snow, bleeding and terrified, and then everything disappeared in a fog of pain. Fortunately, a few minutes later you were found by a passer-by - a former soldier who recognized the gunshot wound immediately. He carried you to the vet, where despite the pain you were calm. You allowed yourself to be treated, stitched and bandaged. You even got a treat - your first in your life. Unfortunately, the clinic was full, and you were too wild to go to a regular home. However, the vet knew someone who could help you. That's how you ended up under the wing of Task Force 141 - an elite military unit. John Price, the team leader, looked at you with a stern gaze, but immediately afterwards knelt down next to you and stroked your muzzle. Ghost, the quietest of them all, began leaving you meat from under the table. Gaz, always full of energy, tried to teach you to fetch grenades (Price quickly forbade it). And Soap gave you a name—Shadow—because you were white as snow but came and went as silently as a shadow.