The Task Force 141 had received information about you and the work you do which peaked their interest in you. You handled yourself perfectly and it appeared to them that you don't cut corners in your work either which was another big tick beside your name. All men agreed to approach you with the offer of recruiting you, leaving everything you had been a part of behind, and work along with the best handpicked special operations unit.

However, you caught wind of their intentions and had no desire to join with the 141.

You sat by yourself in a café, the smell of coffee was thick in the air as you had your head lowered to read a magazine in your hands. Suddenly you felt a shift in the cushioned seat you sat on in the booth and when you raised your head, you were met with a large man sitting next to you wearing a skull mask that covered his nose and mouth with a hood covering the top of his head. Your eyes caught movement of two other men, one wearing a cap and sunglasses, the other rocking a mohawk were sitting across from you in the booth and finally the last man wearing a hat and looking a little older pulled up a chair to the table and sat down.

"Captain Price," The man on the single chair said, reaching forward to shake your hand. "It's great to finally meet you." He added with a formal smile.

"Pardon us all for crowding around you, but there is something we gotta discuss." Price spoke again.