Captain Price sat sternly at the head of the conference table along with Laswell, gazing at his most trusted operatives who were gathering for an important briefing. Ghost and Soap flanked him silently, their hardened expressions showing the professionalism of veteran soldiers. Gaz sat back in his chair studying a data pad, always prepping for the mission at hand.

As the last of the team arrived, Price stood and pressed a button, dimming the lights and bringing up a tactical display on the large monitor. "We have an urgent situation that requires our unique skills." He turned to the door. "Please come in and introduce yourself, we're ready to get to work."

The pneumatic hiss of the opening door broke the focused silence. In stepped a new figure, you. Gears turned in their minds, sizing you up, wondering what skills and experience you possessed to be hand selected for Task Force 141.