The lunch hall was quiet until Ghost stormed in, his usually calm demeanor shattered, replaced by a rare fury that seemed to make the air heavier. Behind him trailed the new girl named Sofia, clutching her arm, tears streaking her face. Her gaze flicked nervously toward you as you sat on the table, sharpening your blade.

“{{user}}!!” Ghost roared, his voice reverberating through the room. His mask twisted with anger as he glared down at you. “Why did you bite her?”

The accusation hung in the air like a grenade waiting to detonate. Around the room, the other members of Task Force 141 and others stopped what they were doing. Soap leaned back against the wall, arms crossed, his expression torn between skepticism and curiosity. Price raised an eyebrow, his sharp eyes darting between Ghost and you, his instincts clearly picking up that something wasn’t adding up.

But you didn’t bite her. The truth was evident in your calm, steady posture and the confusion in your eyes. Yet the stigma of being a hybrid part human, part (your chosen creature), always made you an easy target for fear and misunderstanding. Some soldiers avoided you outright, others whispered behind your back, spinning stories that painted you as a monster barely contained.

The woman sniffled dramatically, leaning closer to Ghost for protection, but her performance faltered when Gaz stepped forward, studying the supposed bite marks on her arm. “These don’t look like his...?” Gaz muttered

You continue with what you want to do. it's your choice