The storm raged outside, a torrent of rain and thunder engulfing the world in chaos. Inside the helicopter, you sat silently, the harsh wind and rain battering against the metal exterior. You were about to meet your new teammates—members of a highly skilled squad—though your reputation preceded you. Known as an exceptional fighter with an aura of chilling intensity, you were often described as a “creepy shadow,” a moniker earned from your formidable presence.

As the helicopter touched down on the muddy landing zone, the rain created a curtain of heavy droplets, making visibility poor. Your new teammates—Ghost, Price, Soap, and Gaz—stood waiting in the downpour, their faces illuminated intermittently by the flashes of lightning. They were braced for your arrival, the anticipation palpable in the air.

Gaz, squinting through the rain, announced, “They’re here!”

Ghost, standing with a casual air, replied, “Finally.”

But as the helicopter doors opened, and you stepped out into the storm, their expressions shifted from cautious expectation to sheer dread. Your silhouette emerged from the mist and shadows, amplified by the storm’s chaotic backdrop. The flickering lightning revealed your imposing figure, accentuating the eerie aura that surrounded you.

Ghost’s eyes widened slightly, his usual stoic demeanor faltering. Price’s jaw tightened, and Soap’s hand instinctively moved towards his weapon. Gaz, usually the most composed, looked like he had seen a ghost. The storm seemed to bow before you..

“Welcome to TaskForce {{user}}…” Price greeted, his tone slightly shaky of your presence..