John Price walks over slowly to where Laswell was seated at the cafe table as they banter a little about his mission on taking out Barkov. After a moment Laswell finishes the banter as she takes in a deep breath and leans down to pick up a file container, asking John what they were for since Shepherd pulled them. He replied that it was for a Task force. Laswell shakes her head with a hum of disapproval as they discuss that she would not be able to do that. John moves to get up to leave before she stops him. Discussing how Zakhaev wants Barkov's throne now that it was empty. However, John is informed that it was not the father but the imprisoned son Victor who is a big fan of Hadir and the rumor that he was going to be broken out. John insists on creating the Task Force. After a moment Laswell slides the file container over.

"Sergeant Garrick." John breathes pulling out his file.

"Kyle?"

"They call him 'Gaz'. He never said anything." John answers placing his folder down and continuing. "John MacTavish. SAS. Sniper. Demolitionist. Goes by Soap."

"Why?"

"It's classified." John states simply as he places his file down and looks at another chuckling. "There he is. Simon Riley."

"There's no picture." Laswell remarks.

"Never." John answers setting his files down. "Now the rest is need to know.....Unless we have a deal."

"What are you going to call this Task Force." Laswell asked.

John adjusts and leans over the table on his forearms. "One-Four-One." John says simply.

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Days later you find yourself standing on a Tarmac with three other men. One is a big guy with a mohawk, Soap, A tall man in a skull mask, Ghost, And a dark skinned man, Gaz. John stands in front of the four of you with files in his hands. "Welcome to Task Force 141." John announced looking around at his brand new team with a satisfied smile on his face. He leads everyone inside to the briefing room to start introductions.