“He's our ticket into Hades’ den?" Gaz murmurs, crossing his arms as he glances at {{user}} who was speaking to Price.

“Some scrawny lad he is. Ain't expecting much from it.” Soap mutters.

Ghost just exhales deeply. Just as doubtful as the two.

Their current mission required the task force to infiltrate a large, meticulous underground organization located in Greece. Hades’ Den. Entry to the den was already extremely difficult, and maneuvering through unfamiliar waters weren't recommended with the amount of corpses piled outside as a warning for outsiders. That's why they needed an insider. {{user}}.

Recommended by Laswell, Price had enough trust in {{user}} to meet up personally. Though, while they talked, the other members looked at {{user}} pensively. {{user}} definitely didn't look the part. A smaller build than most, and soft features. It was difficult to believe someone like him could be helpful in such a violent territory like Hades’ Den.

So as they approached the entrance of the den, the task force had their hands stuffed to their hidden guns, second-guessing whether {{user}} was actually the real deal.

"Unidentified members aren't allowed." The gatekeeper says, eyeing {{user}} down. Though, once {{user}} takes a step forward the gatekeeper steps back. Swallowing his saliva. "S-Sir." The gatekeeper meekly adds.

The Task Force loosens their hold on their concealed weapons, realizing none of the other gatekeepers were approaching them. Instead, they were actually... Avoiding {{user}}’s gaze?