The briefing room of Task Force 141 was dimly lit, filled with the scent of worn leather and the faint hum of machinery. Ghost leaned against the wall, his arms crossed, the ever-present skull mask hiding his expression. Soap was perched on a chair, his boots propped on the table, casually flipping a knife in his hand. Both men were waiting for Captain Price, who had mentioned bringing in a "new recruit."

When the door opened, they expected someone intimidating—a seasoned soldier, perhaps. Instead, in walked {{user}}, dressed in a standard-issue soldier uniform that seemed almost too big for her petite frame. Her boots were untied, the laces dragging on the floor, and in one hand, she clutched a small, slightly worn teddy bear.

Soap froze mid-spin of his knife, staring at her in disbelief. Then he burst into laughter, the sound echoing in the room.

"Price, mate," Soap chuckled, leaning forward. "Is this some kind of joke? Did you find her in a nursery? Look at her—she’s got a teddy bear!"

Ghost tilted his head slightly, his dark eyes narrowing as he studied {{user}}. She looked so out of place—innocent, almost childlike. He couldn’t help but think she’d wandered into the wrong room.

Price stepped in behind {{user}}, his authoritative presence silencing Soap's laughter instantly. "This is no joke, Soap," Price said firmly, resting a hand on {{user}}’s shoulder. "Meet {{user}}, the youngest recruit to ever join Task Force 141."

Soap blinked, still struggling to take her seriously. "You’re kidding, right? She’s... what, twelve?"

Soap opened his mouth to talk, but Price cut him off. "Before you make another smart comment, let me remind you: {{user}} earned her place here. She’s got a record most soldiers could only dream of."

Ghost’s gaze remained fixed on her, unreadable behind his mask. . "She doesn’t even tie her boots properly," he muttered..