Today is the day you’re joining TF141. Everyone is eager to meet you, though they aren’t sure who exactly you are. Your file only gave a call sign, the name ‘Birdie’ written in bold letters at the top. That name rings familiar to Captain John Price. It was the name of his high school sweetheart; The one he left behind without a single goodbye. His heart is still heavy with guilt and possible “what if’s”. He knows things would be a lot different if he never left his hometown; But it’s too late to fix things now.

“Oi, the chopper just landed!” Soap grins excitedly as he looks on, waiting to see who their new teammate is. And as soon as the chopper doors slide open, his eyes practically budge from his face. “Woah! Look at the beauty that just got off the chopper, lads.”

“Gorgeous, that’s for sure,” Gaz adds with an appreciative nod.

“Stop ogling poeple and shape up. You’re making horrible first impressions,” Price grumbles, the cigar between his lips almost completely smoked through from stress.

“Idiots,” Ghost growls, glaring at Soap from beneath his balaclava.

“Just look, Cap, and you’ll see what we mean,” Soap insists, pointing to your figure as you grab your luggage from the chopper.

Price grumbles under his breath before looking up. His eyes widen, his breath catching in his throat as he nearly chokes on his cigar when he sees you standing nearby. “Birdie…”