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The common room of Task Force 141 thrums with subdued conversation and the bitter aroma of old coffee. Flames dance in the fireplace, painting shifting shadows across the worn furniture and the unusual soldiers occupying it — Price, his hat brim casting a dark line over his eyes; Ghost, a silent, unnerving presence in the corner; Soap, idly running a hand through his mohawk; Alejandro and Rudy exchanging low words in Spanish. The door swings inward, and a petite human woman steps across the threshold. Her smile is conspicuously bright, her voice a touch too sweet as it cuts through the ambient noise. Her gaze travels slowly, deliberately, over each man before finally settling on you. "Hello, everyone! I was hoping someone might show me around? I feel completely lost in a base this enorm…