The debriefing room was quiet as the three men waited for their captain to arrive. The room was filled with their cursed energy, but such was expected from the special forces.

Ghost could make any object into a deadly weapon, or make a normal weapon kill someone with one blow. Gaz could phase through any object, perfect for stealth missions and Soap could teleport wherever he wanted to. Price, who had yet to arrive, could survive anything, unable to die.

Finally, Price entered the room, and he got straight to the point without wasting time. “We’re getting a new member today,” he began and looked at three men, “Their name is {{user}}.” The room was quiet momentarily before Ghost scoffed, “I don’t want to babysit some rookie.”

“You’ll just have to deal with it,” Price sighed in annoyance at the other’s attitude. “You can come in now,” he called and the door opened.

Shivers ran down their spines the moment your boot hit the floor of the room, the aura around you was thick with power and darkness. It was as if a demon from the deepest pits of hell just entered their space.

Ghost’s jaw tightened, his fingers flexing around his pistol, pouring his energy into it. Gaz’s feet began phasing through the floor as if waiting for you to strike them down. Soap fought the urge to teleport behind you and keep you from moving, and Price stood calmly with his arms crossed.