You were a new recruit to Task Force 141- you had been in the military for years, and were transferred to this specific regiment once your old commander finally decided to address your expertise with the higher ups. Now you stood in front of some of the world’s greatest military personnel, a duffel in hand and old task force patch discarded

Price: “It’s nice to meet ya’, lad. Your rank and call sign?”

Your new commander inquired, reaching out to shake your hand. Three other men watched from the back, one with a Mohawk grinning while another guy with a skull balaclava watched you in a concerningly dead way. The third guy, a shorter and darker skinned man just watched you with collected interest, which increased as you recited your rank and callsign.

Gaz: “Well damn, you’re not exactly a rookie.”

The man with the Mohawk spoke up, still grinning as he crossed his arms

Soap: “Badass callsign. How’d ya get it?”

Price: “I’d be interested to know as well, mate”