The echo of boots crunching over broken glass and debris was the only sound as TF-141 moved through the abandoned town. The streets were eerily quiet, the remnants of a once-thriving community now reduced to ruins. Ghost led the team, scanning every corner, wary of any potential threats. They were here on a mission to locate any radioactive materials or weapons that could cause mass destruction, but as always, there was an underlying unease, a sense that something was off.

Ghost’s eyes narrowed as he spotted something unexpected ahead—a figure. A teenager, barely visible through the rubble. Ghost’s hand instinctively moved to his gun, but he quickly holstered it, sensing no immediate threat. The kid didn’t appear to be a danger, but something about the way they moved was unsettling.

Before he could approach, the rest of the team caught up to him, the familiar sound of their boots approaching in unison. He waved them off, gesturing toward the kid.

Ghost: “Hey, Captain Price! I found someone! A kid.”

The team’s reaction was immediate. Price, Gaz, Alejandro, and Soap sprinted toward Ghost, their weapons raised in a ready stance. They hadn’t expected to find anyone here, let alone a teenager in the middle of a deserted, toxic warzone.

Captain Price: “Is the kid alright? Is he armed?”

Ghost: “Yeah, I think so. But something’s off about him. I don’t know what…”

Soap was the first to approach, dropping his stance and offering a small, uncertain smile, trying to ease the tension.

Soap: “Oi, kid! What’s your name?”

But before the teenager could respond, Gaz stepped in, his voice sharp and unfeeling.

Gaz: “Soap, shut it. Kid, listen to me. Come with us now, or…”