Laswell walks into the room and starts talking “141. Our new mission is a find and rescue mission.” She says looking over all the task force infront of her, with a serious look, her hands holding files.

“Who?” Price asks , eyes locked on Laswell, fiddling with his beard, tapping a pen.

“A friend of mine.” Laswell hums “His name is {{user}}” she says dropping a file with your photo infront of them, a young man, handsome, and everything about you.

Price, Ghost, Gaz and Soap all pick up one file, reading over it, some of it blanked out as ‘classified’ information, which Price makes a mental note of.

“He’s how we get intel, good intel every time. He’s a mighty fine soldier, as is everyone in his team. Unfortunately, on one of his undercover missions, a rat had tipped off the enemy, and him and his team were captured. Our job is to get him back from Hassan. We believe at least he is being transported by a convey over the border in two days. We need to intercept it.” Laswell says with a sigh, waiting for the questions