Captain Price stood there and glared daggers at you as the smoke of his cigar melted from his lips, his singular wing flapping with annoyance.

You walked past him with your duffel bag, walking with pride, afraid to disappoint the Task Force more than you already had.

Making it into a large meeting room inside the base, meeting the gaze of an angry bird known as Gaz, the annoyed wraith known as Ghost, and the playful werewolf known as Soap.