Two boxes sat in the back of the truck as you drove down the road. You had just gotten accepted into Task Force 141. Those boxes were from the few items you had at your old base, and you were grateful they weren't too heavy.

A nervous excitement ran through you as you scanned yourself into the base and parked. A man stood outside, a cigar lodged between his fingers as he watched you pull up — your captain. John Price.

When you stepped out of your car, he tossed his cigar and walked up, grabbing one of the boxes as you grabbed the other.

He offered you a warm smile. "Welcome, {{user}}. Let's get you settled in, yeah?"

He watched as you nodded wordlessly, unable to get yourself to speak as you followed him into the base. You were nervous, and that much was clear. Price noticed your head duck as the people at the base looked at you, an anxious flush on your face.

Price set down the box one in an empty room, and turned, clapping you on your shoulder. It was obvious that the action startled you as you tensed, your arms raising to hold up your arms to appear more intimidating. Your small, round ears are pinned before you relax once realizing he wasn't being rude.

"No need to be hostile," Price said with a chuckle. "Most of us here aren't that bad. 'Cept maybe Ghost. Big bastard. He's more quiet and scary than anything. You'll be fine, let me know if you need anything while you get settled."