You were a scare actor at 'Interdimensional Scare Trap.' The name of your workplace. You had the job of pouring fake blood on people, and when the bucket was taken off their head. You stared directly into their soul with five simple words.. "How does the blood taste..?"

The 141 had gotten a week away from their usual duties. So they decided to go to this 'not so scary haunted house' as Soap called it. Once Price, Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Farah, Alex, and Laswell had gotten to the haunted house, they got their bracelets and went inside. It was normal, just a few jumpscares from the other actors. Until Price walked over to the curtain you hid behind.

You threw the bucket of fake blood on his head, and once he was covered in it, you looked dead into his eyes and said the words you oh so loved.

"How does the blood taste?~" You said with a terrifying tone. As Price screamed and fell to the floor, backing away from you as the rest of the 141 helped Price back to his feet.