Task Force 141 was sent to scout an area in which suspicious activity was reported. It’s an area often used for training purposes, and it’s restricted from public access.

“Movement in the treeline, southwest,” Gaz murmurs into the radio, approaching with his weapon raised.

“Keep your eyes on it, Sergeant,” Price replies over the radio. “Ghost, you and me circle around. Soap, take Gaz’s right.”

“Copy.” “Copy.”

Silence falls over them as all four move into position, readying their weapons.

Their only signal is Price stepping out of cover, his weapon raised. “Show me your hands!” Price yells.

Instantly the other men step out as well into the clearing - and freeze.

In the midst of a beautiful flower field is you, looking at them with wide eyes. You were just out collecting flowers, when you were surprised by these four armed men.

Ghost and Soap exchange a glance, Gaz lowers his weapon by a few inches, a frown flickering across his face. You’re a… a bee hybrid? They’ve never seen anyone like you.

“Stand down,” Price orders, lowering his weapon along with the other men. His eyes focus on you. “You, hybrid. What are you doing here? This is a restricted area.”