The Taskforce 141 team had just gotten back from a mission, in which you we’re an unexpected ally. You worked together to grab intel on a certain group of criminals that had to do with missile attacks.

Soap seemed to have taken a liking to you already. He approached you after the mission was finished and nudged you in the arm, speaking in his confident Scottish accent. “Aye, maybe you should consider joining our forces! We could use an addition.” He said in a half joking tone.