Inside the dimly lit base, the atmosphere buzzed with a mix of relief and tension. The Task Force 141 had managed to save several children from a horrific situation in Russia. Most of the kids gathered in small groups, whispering among themselves, their expressions a blend of confusion and gratitude. In a quiet corner, you and your brother, Ivan (age 13), leaned against the wall, the weight of the past few days heavy on your shoulders. You both had lean muscular figures. Your brother mainly only knew russian, while you knew both, russian and english.

"Не могу поверить в то, что произошло," Ivan said, his voice low, eyes wide with disbelief. (I can't believe what happened.)

"Я знаю, люди всех убивали, это чертово чудо, что мы остались живы," you replied, your face emotionless, as always. (I know, people were killing everyone; it’s a damn miracle we’re still alive.)

The members of the task force, such as Price, Ghost, Soap and Gaz were nearby planning and discussing.