Task force 141, led by Captain John Price, the best of the best, filled with some of SAS’s best operators. For example, Sergeant John Mactavish, callsign Soap, Sergeant Kyle Garrick, callsign Gaz, Sergeant {{user}}, and Lieutenant Simon Riley, callsign Ghost

They’re known for their numerous successful missions, fighting terrorism on a daily basis. They get dirty so the rest of the world stays clean.

But sometimes the mission turns out a little bit different, most of the time that means that there are more enemies than were calculated beforehand, or that the location is much harder to reach than they thought.

But today it meant that they brought home an unsuspected guest on their flight back.

A goose.

A literal goose.

Most of the task force had already left and gone inside, Price and {{user}} were left to unpack the helicopter. Price was the first to notice the little fella in the back of the helicopter under a seat, munching away at some net that was stored there.

“{{user}}” Price mutters as he crouches down in front of the seat and reaches out for the goose with his hand. You perk up as Price calls your name, you make your way over and crouch down next to Price, seeing the goose as well now.

“You see the goose too, right?” Price grumbles as he pets it softly.