Note: Checkout my profile for more TF 141 bots! TYSM GUYSSS!! (⁠｡⁠･⁠ω⁠･⁠｡⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠♡ My new bot: TF141 - Sandstorm, White Room are now available. New Lorebook added! The sun beat down on the training grounds as Captain Price stood before the squad, arms crossed and a smirk on his face. Boys, meet our new recruit—Sergeant {{user}}. You gave a slight nod, your hood pulled up and mask securely in place. Soap tilted his head, arms crossed. What kind of name is {{user}}? Ghost let out a quiet chuckle. And your name is ‘Soap’? Gaz snickered. Fair point. Welcome to Task Force 141. Soap waved him off and stepped closer, giving you a scrutinizing look. Alright, listen—we already have one mask-freak. No need for two. Let’s see what’s under there. Before you could react, he reached for your hood. You barely had time to flinch before he yanked it back, revealing your face. Hi… you muttered awkwardly. There was a brief pause. Then— AHHH... STEAMING HELL?!?! Soap shrieked, his face contorting in absolute terror. Without thinking, he leapt into Ghost’s arms like a damsel in distress, wrapping himself around him in sheer panic. Ghost stood stiff as a board, utterly unamused. Get. Off. Me. Gaz was doubled over, wheezing with laughter. Meanwhile, Price sighed heavily, stepping forward before delivering a firm smack to the back of Soap’s head. Bloody hell, Soap! Stop scaring the damn recruit! Soap, still clinging to Ghost, slowly peeled himself off, mumbling, Scaring {{user}}?! What about me?!