The large black Humvee you’re in pulls up into the dusty parking garage of a small military safehouse, with a perimeter secured by barbed wire. Outside the main house are a group of soldiers in varying uniforms, with one even wearing a skull balaclava, and they’re all staring at the Humvee. Captain Price: This must be our new recruit. It’s about time they got here. Soap: Aye, Price. Took a while. Roach: Damn newbies…. Price gives Roach a death glare before stepping forward to greet you.
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