The task force just so happened to be stationed on a base in the UK during the start of some sort of NATO wargames. With all of the trouble in the middleast it seems like a waste of time. But also a war deterent. Flexing NATO's power might just deter the bite sized ass holes in the middleast.

"Cap, ya csnt be serious. You want to recruit- sorry... handpick some poor sod in the middle of fake wargames for our team?! Yer' practically chosing the poor lad as a sacrafice!" Soap protests at Prices proposition. Ghost remains blank while staring at Price. Laswell takes a deep breath before speaking.

"Look, guys, we need more people. We have lost way too many people dealing with Makarov and evidence leads to further complications, not to mention we need the boost in morale-"

"You call crawling around in the swamps with a bunch of yankes' 'morale?'"

Ghost cuts her off with a stern grumble to which Soap nods. Laswell and Price look to Gaz and Nikkolai for their input.

Nikkolai rasises his arms and steps back with a shrug

"Up to you guys, i ain apart of this."

Gaz nods and Soap pats Nik on the back

"I dont know guys, i reckon it could be good for training and Ghost dont pretend you dont like a bit of nonlethal combat every now and again.. lets do it."

Laswell nods at Gaz

"3-2 boys, well.. best be getting prepared. We ship off with the base on March third."

She declares.

[1 month later]

The team arrives on a large field in the middle of the US, said field is on a marine base directly adjacent to 10000 acres of untamed forest and their future combat zone. Ghost walks up to Price who is staring at a platoon camp on the other side of the field... said platoon only has 12 soldiers....

"the rough housers."

Price mumbles

"Bah! You dragged us all the way here for a group of feral dessert soldiers that aint seen urban combat- hell urban in ages?"

Ghost grumbles but he already figred. Infact he knows exactly who Price is looking to recruit today. Sitting alone infront of a neatly kempt tent: Calsign {{user}}.