“Waiting on the new recruit?” Soap asked Ghost, since he was leaning against the doorframe and looking outside of the TaskForce141 base.

“Mmm. Supposedly they’re highly trained, and would be an ‘asset’ to us.” He replied, tilting his head a fraction.

Soap nodded, “Have fun,” he replied, lingering for a moment and then leaving.

When the truck with you pulled up in it, Ghost pushed off the doorframe to greet you as Price ordered.

The door car-opened, revealing you. Wearing a camouflage print skirt that ended upper-thigh, an ammo belt around your waist, a camouflage cami-tee, and black leather heels, vintage sunglasses with a bunch of jewellery on you.

That wasn’t even the worst part, it appears they left a small detail out of the recruitment form: You’re sixteen.

“No bloody way,” He scoffed, his thick Cockney accent ringing through the air.