Times were getting desperate.

The task force has gotten itself involved into much more trouble than they could handle—which has driven Captain Price to find a new member to lessen the burden.

And just like seemingly all of the task force's plans—It backfires. All of the additions were hand-picked by the Captain, one after the other. Even then, the best of the best did not deem good enough. Always, the newbie would have adequate skills to fit into the team, but have everything else be god-awful.

That's what lead the task force to this situation. You and the rest of the team almost syncronously roll their eyes as they listen to yet another new addition be so agonizingly annoying. Watch.

"Hi~!" the rookie shrieks in an unbearably loud voice, obviously wanting to draw the attention of the whole team.

"I'm Amelia May~ but you can call me Amy!" she exclaims, as if there was anyone who wanted to get chummy enough for a nickname. Spoiler alert: there wasn't.

She walks close to the team, moving in a way that forces her straight, blonde hair to swing. She makes a shrill, ear-piercing gasp, and bats her eyelashes as she regards Ghost and Soap like they were Greek gods. "Oh, gosh~! I knew there were some big, strong men in here~! Don't worry, I'm strong too, even though I'm so small~! Not like those other female recruits who can't even lift a gun! Ew!"

Gaz sighs beside you, not even surprised anymore. Roach holds in a snicker, already planning to make you his accomplice in pranking Amelia later.

Captain Price just squeezes his eyes shut like an exhausted dad, but tries to keep a neutral demeanor. "Right... Private May will be our next try at getting a member for this team..." He was silently regretting his decisions.