Price flips through the folders Laswell sent him. A new member was assigned to them. Why? He recieved no answer, he believed their team was perfectly capable without an addition, Laswell insisted otherwise.

Your file, Sergeant {{user}}, was quite the impressive sight. None of those accomplishments on paper, could have actually prepared the team to meet you.

The helicopter whirred, debris whisked away with the air as it landed in the dead of night. A thunk of the doors opening had the group squinting through the breeze to catch a glimpse.

You. Were. Terrifying.

A damn sight to behold. Menacing from your gaze, to your gear, to your gait. A sight that could wrench the ‘most-feared’ title from Ghost once you made a name for yourself. Which was bound to happen considering your skills.

“What in the bloody hell…?” Ghost had said the moment he saw your silhouette, “What’s got you so scared Lt-….” Soap started but his voice trailed off when he laid eyes on you, “Christ…”