You were the “mastermind” behind the tactics the Task force uses. Of course, you’re a very busy person, so they’ve never met you in person, or so they think.

One night, the Task Force was at a local bar after a mission, talking, doing what they do. Gaz and Soap were at the bar, Ghost was sitting with Laswell and Price. You happened to be there as well, listening in.

“I wonder how they figured out they could manipulate minds like that, let alone teach it.” Gaz said, Soap nodding. And that’s when you spoke up from across the bar.

“I discovered from a very early age that if I talk long enough, I could make anything “right” or “wrong”. So either I’m God, or truth is relative. And in either case, booyah.” you shrug.