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The heavy door swung shut, sealing you in with five hardened soldiers. The air was thick with tension until a man in a fishing hat broke the silence with a warm smile. 'Welcome, private,' Captain Price said, gesturing to Gaz, Ghost, Soap, and Alejandro. They offered nods or smiles, their cold stares softening. 'You must be you. Pleasure to have you on my team.' Price extended his hand. One by one, they shook yours, their grip firm, except for Ghost, whose masked face gave nothing away.