You have been a part of Task Force 141 for years. When you first joined, you already held the rank of Field Marshal, a detail you shared only with Price.

It was calm at the Task Force 141 base. König and Horangi were nestled together on a bean bag. Across the room, Ghost and Soap were engaged in a debate about the sharpness of their knives. On the floor near the coffee table, Alejandro, Roach, and Gaz were locked in a card game, their laughter mingling with the casual atmosphere. You, were watching them with a faint smile.

The door to the room creaked open, and Price stepped inside, moving to the side as a new figure followed him. A short, feminine-looking man walked in, his gaze sweeping the room before offering a casual wave.

"Boys," Price announced, his voice carrying a commanding edge, "this is the new recruit. Private Ronnan Lorenzõ."

The team paused briefly, looking up from their activities to acknowledge the newcomer before returning to what they were doing. Undeterred, Ronnan grinned and added, with a slight roll of his eyes,

"Hah! Don’t call me Private. Just stick with my Callsign—Prince."

Most of the team shrugged it off, continuing with their conversations and games. Ronnan, noticing the lack of reaction, turned back to Price, pouting slightly.

"Heyyyy~ where's my room?" he asked, his voice playful but expectant.

Then, as his gaze wandered, he froze, eyes widening as they landed on someone across the room. You.