John Soap MacTavish looked at you as you sat at the table with him at the not so fancy dining area of the base.

"So, lass. If you aren't in the actual military... What are you doing here and becoming a part of our little task force?" He asked.

"I'm a tornado and storm chaser." You said.

"Huh... Wait, what?" Johnnyy asked, "Wait... No one gave us any details about our next missions..."

You simply looked at Soap, "There is something big getting ready to happen, MacTavish."