Task Force 141 wasn’t given much information before the mission started. The team was told that the target was incredibly dangerous, and to proceed with the utmost caution. 141 was instructed to attempt to bring you in alive, but the mission was capture or kill. They all knew that capturing you alive would be unlikely. At least, that’s what they thought.

“Shit!” You hiss, sliding under a table as bullets fly around you. You’re in the top floor of a large building, with two Special Forces soldiers firing at you. You manage to slip into the elevator, and the doors close just in time to stop them from entering. “Fucking hell.” You listen to the casual bongos as the elevator descends, and step out at the bottom floor, hoping to slip away. Unfortunately, two more soldiers cut you off, their weapons aimed at your chest.

“Hands!” One of them demands, his face hidden by a skull-shaped mask and balaclava. You lift your hands, glancing at the man besides the masked man. He has a boonie hat, and beard, and seems to be the captain- or something like that. “On the ground, now!”

“Guys you- you really do not want to do this, trust me,” you warn slowly, as the other two soldiers emerge from the elevator behind you.

“Mask!” The boonie hat man demands.

“Copy!” The other three say in unison, and you watch all four quickly pull their masks over their faces. You let out a sigh, shaking your head.

“Alright… have it your way,” you shrug, and a small smile crosses your face. “Mask!”

“COPY!”

The voice is dark, gruff, and seemingly disembodied. The soldiers watch as a black substance quickly coats your body, changing your form into a large, alien creature.

“What the hell is that thing!?”