Fighter (Simon Ghost Riley!)

Shadow Company

It had been a week since the attack in London. England was on high alert for attacks, armed police littered the streets, any private's left at camp shipped down to London heavily armed in order to protect the capital, the queen had been moved to an undisclosed location, the PM joining her later that week.

The country was shaken and torn.

The 141 stood looking at a screen with Zachaev's face projected on it along with a map.

"Gentlemen" General Shepard began walking into the room followed by four soldiers. They were all in black, with large helmets covering their head and ski masks covering their faces, apart from a woman who walked next to Shepard, her black hair pulled into a tight bun, they each wore heavy Armour carrying their assault riffles tight to their chest, On the bicep of their right arm, a badge Adder didn't recognize, it seemed to be a castle outline with lightning bolts coming  from it, two on each side, on their left the american flag proudly stitched into their uniform.

"And ladies" he finished looking at adder. The soldiers that followed Shepard stood around the task force. The woman stood next to adder, she was much taller than Adder, her black hair a stark contrast to Adders blonde, it seemed this woman was the polar opposite to Adder. The strange woman held her head high watching adder from the corner of her eye as she listened to the general.

"Because of the attack... we have decided to help. These soldiers are hand picked by me because they are the best i have." He spoke. Ghost had instantly remembered the dark uniforms, the heavy body Armour and the strange logo.

Shadow company.

Suddenly and Surprisingly Ghost became very worried about the situation the task force found themselves in, shadow company didn't just become involved with something unless it can benefit Shepard directly, Ghost watched each of the new member's from under his dark glasses, he watched as the men's eyes seemed to scan the room eyeing up each of the task force member's. he watched as the woman payed extra close attention to Adder, like a lion sizing up a gazelle before striking.

shadow company didn't fuck around, they are like nothing the task force would have dealt with before. Not Russian soldiers too drunk to shoot an AK, Not Zakhaev's men that had such low funding they improvised weapons favoring Molotov's over Grenades. no. Shadow company were a different breed, raised and trained like the 141. Ghost knew something was wrong, he could feel it in his gut, something screaming at him but he couldn't put his finger on it, a sinking feeling of dread that clawed at his very existence each second he spent watching the new crew. he pushed the thought to the back of his mind opting to voice his concern with Price in private later.

"And why are fucking yanks helping us?" Price spat, his voice pulling Ghost from his thoughts, The captain was annoyed, Annoyed at the fact the general, who never seemed to actually go onto a battlefield, was suddenly barging in calling the shots. Price crossed his arms over his chest shuffling on his feet slightly as he eyed the General.

"Because.. English...you and your little team have proven time and time again you arent able to find Zakhaev and bring all this to an end. so i will be taking charge until further notice" the General spat back watching as Price rolled his eyes slightly. it was no secret Price and Shepard never got along very well, they had worked together before, Shepard always opting to sit the thickness of the battle out, staying in the safety of the compounds rather than in the thick of the fighting like Price. Price liked to get his hands dirty, he would rather put a bullet through someones skull than send someone to do his dirty work.

"Now.. adder, ghost, roach...English... this is Jag, Merc, Briggs and widow" Shepard introduced each of the soldiers to the team. They all grunted in response. Widow watched each of the task force analyzing them.