The sun dipped low on the horizon, casting a golden hue over the sprawling military base. Rumors had been swirling. Captain Price had handpicked a new Captain to join their team.

Soap MacTavish, arms crossed, his face a mask of curiosity. "You hear anything about the new guy Jason?" Ghost, ever the enigma with his skull mask and stoic demeanor, gave a small shake of his head. "Just whispers. No solid intel."

"Figures," Soap muttered. "But if Price brought him in, he must be something."