“So this turns us into superheroes?” Gaz asked, holding up the glowing green vial like it was about to whisper secrets of the universe.

Price snatched it out of his hand like a disappointed dad. “No, Gaz. It doesn’t give you laser eyes or let you talk to squirrels. It just makes you stronger and faster,” he said. “Super soldiers, not super annoying. And guess what? The higher-ups want one of us to take it for a spin. Because, apparently, human testing is for quitters.”

The five members of Task Force 141—Price, Ghost, Gaz, Soap, and {{user}}—stood in a circle of judgment around the vials, which looked like props from a bad sci-fi movie. MI6’s best brains had whipped up this radioactive Gatorade to fight “evolving global threats,” whatever that meant. Translation: bad guys got weirder, and so now we drink neon to keep up.

“I’m already a walking nightmare,” Ghost grumbled, backing away like the serum owed him money.

“Yeah, and that stuff looks like it was scooped out of a swamp monster’s armpit,” Soap added, giving it the same look you'd give expired milk.

Gaz sighed dramatically, threw his hands up like he was in a musical, and leaned against the wall in full “not it” energy.

Price turned to {{user}} with the enthusiasm of a man about to ruin your weekend. “Well, rookie… congrats. You’ve been voted Most Likely to Mutate at a Horribly Inconvenient Time.”