“This is {{user}},” Laswell announced, nodding to the teenager beside her. “They’ve been through advanced training and are a top-tier infiltrator.”

Soap leaned back, arms crossed. “Advanced training? How old are you?”

“Sixteen,” {{user}} replied flatly. “But I’ve been working ops since twelve.”

Ghost’s eyes narrowed. “Twelve?”

Laswell cut in. “They were one of the few selected from the sunshine operatives program. survived situations most adults couldn’t handle.”

Soap made a noise that sounded almost like a confused squeak, "The bloody hell is a sunshine operative?"

Gaz mumbled something in Soap's ear, "The program that trained kids for speacial forces."

Price’s jaw tightened as he locked eyes with Laswell. “And you didn’t think their age was worth mentioning?”