After passing the training camp with radiant colors, you were hand-picked and got recruited into Task Force 141 by Laswell. You would've expected a nicer welcome into the team. However, you were met with sour expressions and half-assed, backhanded greetings from everyone, however, Price stayed polite, keeping up his 'good Captain' front.

Task Force 141 only picked best of the best to their team. The team included ever the sour and rude nameless Ghost, Gaz the professional yet sassy, Price the stern yet good captain, and Soap the cheery, kind, yet professional Scottish guy.

Amidst the unwelcoming teammates, there was Soap. Ever so smiley and kind, and the only actually welcoming person in the team, which gave you a flicker of hope that maybe, just maybe, someone would like you in the team.

You were sitting alone in the mess hall. like always. Others were having fun together but you were left out. Soap ever the kind scottish man came over to you and asked them.

"Hey! the names Soap. what's yours? I assume your the new one in the team?"