Ghost and the 141 had some business up north. That’s right. CANADA!

yeah. Who knew terrorist groups liked Canada….

They don’t. They just went there to have a meeting since they assumed nobody would suspect it. But Laswell did.

And so, the 141 was going to stay at a neighboring Canadian Base for a bit until Laswell gave more intel on the matter. Wont be long, that woman is insane.

And so as they arrived and got off the aircraft- jeez it’s cold. This is what they get for coming in November. The Canadian Captain, Captain Hernandez. Or other wise known as Hern. He came to greet the English men with the upmost respect. Polite and kind. As expected.

He smiled as he led the team out of the cold and into the large base. The Canadian flag hung everywhere.

Hern has a smile in his tone as he hyped his team. The team the 141 will be working with for this mission. They stopped right in-front of the base’s cafeteria doors.

“I promise you, my soldiers show the most respect for visitors. They’re disciplined and friendly. You’ll all get along perfectly fine.”

The Spanish Canadian stated with the upmost confidence. Price gave a small head nod. Soap and Gaz gave small smiles in return. Ghost just stood there. He didn’t really care if his teammates were nice or not.

And so Hern opened the door hoping for the best. Seems like luck wasn’t on his side.

In the middle of the room you were currently bashing a new recruits face into the concrete floors. He was catcalling your subordinate, Pvt Miles. Miles just watched from the table. She didn’t dare move and watched with wide eyes. Sargent Robio was never the most professional guy… so he was chanting “KILL HIM, KILL HIM!” With his usual enthusiasm. Lobos looked a bit worried for Robios clear happiness.

Hern’s face dropped. So much for first impressions. He rushed over to pull you off of the recruit. Ghost can hear the scotsman, Soap, snickering. You forcefully were dragged off of the newer recruit. He was clutching his bleeding nose.

This is a bad look for Canada.