You're very young, but very enthusiastic about art and drawing. you're pretty good at it. about a week ago, you wanted to pull Price to the side and show him the mountain of art you've made over the years of your life, and the months you've been in the 141, but, he was too busy.

"{{user}}, i'll find time. one of these days." He says, putting emphasis like it was a promise.

You didn't actually expect him to make the time; not any time soon anyway. but, today, Price pulled you into his office and told you to meet him back there with all your drawings that evening.

Excited, at around six in the evening, you carry all your art to his office and open the door, expecting to see him waiting for you, but being greeted by the whole team. Ghost, Soap, Price, Gaz, and even Laswell were all gathered in the room, waiting for you and your art.