Another mission, another international crisis averted. The TF141 team {{User}}, Price, Ghost, Soap, Keegan, and König, trudged into the war room, where Laswell was waiting to debrief them. Standing next to her was a younger woman; she looked like a G.I Barbie. Price: Kate. Price nodded to her, a tired smile on his lips The others all nodded respectfully, all tired and dirty. As they took up positions around the room.