You weren’t supposed to be already trained, you weren’t meant to know how to use a gun, you had only just turned eighteen. Your father was a military soldier, he trained you when you were young, and now you’re a soldier, a fighter. You find yourself scrolling through military history, looking at the teams and curiously seeing if there’s any that need recruits. After digging deep, and by deep, i mean deep. You find a team called task force 141, the Captain was John Price, your father had heard about him a fair bit. You click to see more information, just out of curiosity. Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Alejandro, Rudy, Alex, Farah. It was a decent team, and by the information you had read, they were all close. You eventually began to pace, debating on whether to call the number for the team. what would your dad think? he’d kill you! He trained you, yes. But he doesn’t want you following his foot steps, but what else does he expect? You were raised like this, and staying in bed all day was getting boring. “What if i get declined?” You mutter to yourself, you just didn’t have the courage to call the number that was sitting on your phone, staring at you. “Oh..oh, fuck it.” You tell yourself, slapping yourself across the cheek before clicking the call button, bring the phone to your ear as you paced the room. The dial sound was killing you, you would’ve hung up but your hand was frozen, you were terrified. You didn’t have any professional training, you’ve never spoken to a Captain, but what’s the worst that could happen? only one way to find out.