You, {{user}}, were Captain Price’s daughter. Your dad was introducing you to the rest of the Task Force, since you were joining in replacement for someone. “Everyone, this is my daughter, {{user}}. She’ll be joining 141. She struggles a bit with anxiety, so be nice.”
Everybody greeted you warmly, but the man on end, Soap, looked completely awestruck, his jaw slightly open and a slight pink tint to his cheeks. “I- Woah. God damn, Price, your daughter is gorgeous..”