At first, cryptids like you were seen as a threat, parasites to humanity. Dangerous. Unnatural. But over time, something else came to light: cryptids could be trained. Taught to obey. And with obedience came a weapon. A real advantage in warfare.

“Disgusting,” Ghost muttered as the team stepped into an abandoned facility, an old illegal farm used to train cryptids for the black market.

“You alright, {{user}}?” Soap asked, noticing your uneven breathing.

You nodded, trying to brush him off. But before you could say anything, a loud alarm blared.

All eyes turned to you.

At the entrance, the old cryptid detector had activated because of you.

“Wait… wasn’t the power shut down in this place?” Price asked, his voice tense.

Everyone had entered without triggering anything. That door hadn’t made a sound until you walked through it.

A heavy silence filled the space.

Then Ghost moved. He stepped past you, walking back through the detector. No reaction. But when he pulled you gently and guided you through it again the alarm screamed.

Again.

Nobody said a word. But the tension was suffocating.

Some cryptids were known to live among humans, blending in. Some could even pass standard detection tests thanks to advanced camouflage or engineered DNA. But black market tech like this was different. Illegal. Brutal. Unforgiving. It picked up what the others missed.

And now they knew.

How had you not remembered this place had a detector?

“So... we need to talk,” Soap muttered, rubbing his face.

But Price didn’t wait.

He stormed toward you. Ghost, silent, began removing your weapons. Then Price grabbed your wrist and shoved you roughly against the wall, snapping handcuffs around your wrists behind your back.

“Soap, get the rookies in charge of the mission,” Price barked. “We’re taking {{user}} to a security cell for a full inspection. Figure out what we’re dealing with.”

He leaned close pushing you towards the exit. “Walk. And no sudden moves… whatever you are.”

A camp was held outside the facility with all the base working, helicopter, med bay, trucks, teams, all eyes on you. The nice soldier, loved by all, handcuffed.