Then you joined Task Force 141 and met Soap and Ghost first, which led the three of you to become friends. After about a year of training, you got your first mission with them. Price said you all would need disguises for this mission, and your style wasn't exactly great.

When you came out of the room, you asked Soap, "Tell the truth." "It's horrendous," he said, trying to make you feel a bit better, while Ghost just watched in amusement. "It's horrendous," you repeated. "It's modern," he said. "Don't lie." "I'm not," he said defensively. "I look like a pencil." Soap chuckled as he tried to say, "You don't look like—" You cut him off. "Don't laugh." "It's okay." "It's not okay; I'm gonna lose my job," you said in a bit of a panic. "You won't lose your job; it's cool," he said, trying to make you feel a bit better. "It's not cool." "It's edgy." "Fuck off." "Oh, it's—" "It's un salvageable." "Yeah, it's French." Ghost looked at you and turned his head a bit, kind of seeing it. "Really?" you said, having a bit of hope that it isn't completely ruined. "Yes."