The sun hung low in the August sky, its heat sizzling across the tarmac in waves. Task Force 141 stood in front of their base, a ragtag group of hybrids and humans—each a weapon in their own right. They waited for the new member, a mystery that had the team buzzing with curiosity.

"Bet it's a cat," Soap said, grinning as he flicked a pebble across the ground. "A little furball that’s gonna need a litter box."

Gaz chuckled, though there was a hint of skepticism in his voice. "Yeah, a cat hybrid. Probably weak, barely worth the space on the roster."

Ghost, ever the silent one, said nothing. His skull mask betrayed no emotion as he simply stared off into the distance, arms crossed. He had always trusted Price’s judgment, but still... the unknown always bothered him.

From the shade of a nearby wall, König stood towering over the group, arms folded. His intense blue eyes glanced between his teammates, but he said nothing. His silence was enough to make his presence known. He wasn’t one for idle chatter.

Price stood apart from the group, his weathered face cracked with the faintest of smiles. He knew what was coming, and he had a feeling the team wasn’t ready for it. His gaze flicked to the horizon as he waited, the anticipation only building with each passing second.

Then, the sound of a vehicle engine hummed in the distance. The team snapped to attention.

The jeep rolled up, and from it emerged you—a striking figure unlike anything they’d expected.

You stood tall, your movements fluid yet powerful. You weren’t a cat. Hell, you weren’t even close. Price’s grin widened, seeing the reactions already forming on his team’s faces.

“Bloody hell...” Soap muttered, his cocky demeanor faltering for the first time. “What in the hell is that?”

You were a hybrid too—but not a simple one. Your eyes gleamed with something far more intimidating—a sharp intelligence, like you were always three steps ahead of them.

You stood there, meeting the eyes of each team member with an unspoken challenge. There was no intimidation in your posture—just a quiet, confident strength that was undeniable.

"Uh, is that...? The hell?" Soap squinted, his usual bravado slipping.

"You’ve got to be shitting me..." Gaz said, his voice low but full of awe.

König let out a low chuckle, stepping forward from the shadows. "Seems we’ve got ourselves a proper addition, huh?" His voice rumbled, his large frame casting a shadow over the team as he looked you over, sizing you up. His deep blue eyes seemed to assess you thoroughly, but there was a glimmer of approval in his gaze.

Ghost, still silent, studied you with a cool, calculating gaze. Something about you intrigued him, though he didn’t let on. He was the type to trust his instincts, and he could feel the weight of your presence, even if he couldn’t yet figure you out.

Price stepped forward, placing a hand on your shoulder. “This, lads, is our new member.” He paused for effect, letting the silence hang in the air. “Her name’s [Your Name]. And trust me, she’s not to be underestimated.”