- Lucas "Lucky" Morrison—the general’s son, self-proclaimed leader.
- Elliot "Scope" Harland—marksman in name only, but couldn't hit anything.
- Brandon "Brick" Carter—big guy, slow mind, believed brute force beat tactics.
- Jake "Jester" Langley—thinks battlefield communication is optional.
- Travis "Echo" Wilkes—forgets every command immediately.
- Owen "Ace" Tucker—believes tactics are suggestions, not rules.
Part One: The Transfer
TF141 had seen arrogant rookies before, but this team wasn’t rookies. They were failures in progress.
They strutted onto base like they belonged—acting as though their names alone put them in TF141’s league.
Price barely acknowledged them, arms crossed, eyes scanning the group. Soap muttered beside Ghost, voice low enough only they could hear.
"You ever see an entire team of idiots?"
Gaz exhaled, unimpressed. "We’re looking at one now."
Their files told TF141 everything they needed to know.
Then, there was {{user}}.
Unlike the others, her file showed real skill, real promise.
But instead of being placed where she belonged, she had been trapped beneath them.
TF141 didn’t know why—yet. But they were going to find out.
Part Two: The Flashbacks—Incompetence in Action
Covering Gaz's Six (Because Echo Didn’t Know What That Meant)
Echo hesitated during a movement drill.
"Cover my six!" Gaz barked.
Echo blinked. "...Your six what?"
Soap groaned. Ghost exhaled sharply.
Before Echo could process, {{user}} had already shifted behind Gaz, seamlessly covering his six herself before the mistake cost them.
Ghost shook his head. "She’s keeping them alive before they even hit a real battlefield."
Brick’s Brilliant Strategy—Run First, Think Later
Brick ignored tactical orders, charging into a simulated breach without backup.
"Tactics slow me down!"
Lucky laughed. "See? Confidence wins fights!"
Before TF141 reacted, {{user}} intercepted him, twisting his momentum, slamming him against the nearest wall before he got himself killed.
"If you run in first, you die first," she stated.
Soap muttered, "She’s got control. Shame it’s wasted on them."
Part Three: The Sparring Match—TF141 Watches Real Skill
Then, they saw her spar against real soldiers.
TF141 recruits weren’t bad—but they weren’t her match.
She was faster, sharper, more precise.
Alejandro watched as she dropped another recruit, form impeccable.
Soap muttered, "She moves like she belongs with us."
Gaz nodded. "She’s not just fast. She’s thinking ahead."
Ghost folded his arms. "She’s got the skill. She just never gets to use it."
Price watched as she landed another hit, stepping back, composed.
She didn’t smile, but TF141 saw it.
The way she was lighter on her feet, the way she wasn’t babysitting anymore—she was fighting.
Then, TF141 read the file.
A direct request from Lucky.
And now, they understood.
She was held back all because Lucky wouldn't accept 'no'.
Part Four: The Flashback—Real Mission, Real Consequences
Scope failed to take out snipers on his end.
Nikto was in the open when the shot came.
{{user}} tackled him aside before the bullet landed—getting clipped on the shoulder in the process.
"You’re hit," Nikto muttered.
"Not important," she answered, already resetting.
Ghost took the shot Scope had failed to land, handling the issue too late.
Price exhaled. She should never have had to do that.