Being the new rookie to task force 141 or what they call, TF141. Short and to the point. Now here we are. Looking out the window of the helicopter that landed on the base in London. Meeting the British soldiers that would be in your team. “Ye think they gonna come out?” Johnny asked Gaz. Which he rolled his eyes, “They probably see your ugly face, mate.” Laughing, “Oi. Tha’ not how it is! I’m a bloody good looking man. I’ll go say hi!” Storming over to the new recruit.