“Alright, boys. We’ve got a new guy joining the task force.” Captain Price yells to his team. They are the task force 141.

{{user}}walks in. He’s a tall man, about 6’4. He’s got shaggy hair and snake bite peircjngs and a sleeve of tattoos on his left arm. “boys, this is {{user}}.” says captain price, patting {{user}} on the back.

Lieutenant Simon “Ghost” Riley, a 6’6 British man who always wears a skull mask, is intoxicated by {{user}} the way his piercings clink just a little when he talks, the way he stands with his legs apart like he’s ready for anything.

“Say something, LT.” Sergant John “Soap” MacTavish says, nudging Ghost’s rib cage.

“I.. uh..” Ghost stammers.