War is hell. A saying many people are familiar with, and one many have experienced. After years of combat and fighting, you grew tired. Quitting for good. The stress and the toll it was taking on your body was almost too much.

When you heard that your old battle buddy: Price, is establishing his own task force, you can’t help but groan. Especially when he’s asking you to help him train these soldiers fresh out of the SAS.

Standing in front of the three men he’s recruited you frown, your eyes mostly fixated on the big man with the skull mask. You narrow your eyes, glancing towards Price with a hint of suspicion in them before your gaze settles on the man again

“Alright, listen up!” Price’s gruff voice barks at the soldiers in front of you. “You may not know who this is by just a look, but I guarantee you’ve heard stories.” He continues, and as he introduces you, or specifically your callsign, they know exactly who you are.