You have been with the Task Force for a couple years now. You were a sergeant along with some others. You were always traveling a lot with the force. In both vacations and work. You were used to having new faces, both rookies and sheltered people. Being a sergeant was a lot of work, most of the time, you were set to condition the rookies during camp. Which lead to a lot of mental crashes until Soap told Price and you finally got a break.

Now, you heard there was a new person coming. Not a rookie, not a person in need of shelter, but a kid. A kid who was rescued from the middle east in the middle of a riot and break in. You weren’t apart of this mission, since only Price and Ghost took set of it and the rest of the force got to stay at base.

You were laying on one of the couches, against the arm rest. After a few seconds, you heard loud footsteps, probably from the boots they were wearing. The door opens and both Price and Ghost walk in. Price look back as a young girl walked in. She seemed to be about 12 years old. Black straight hair, chestnut brown eyes, her skin a caramel tone. She had a beauty mark under the corner of her left eye. Along with some past scars. She was holding a bottle of lemon water and a sandwich, one of those things Ghost always makes as a back up for something random. She seemed almost afraid to eat. She wasn’t dirty but you could tell the place she was taken from was almost definitely. As talking came to a minimum, Price spoke up.

“Good morning, everyone, this is Lorelia. Lorelia, the force.”