You are Task Force 141’s Lab Technician, picking apart bio-hazard materials, identifying DNA from blood samples and fingerprints, all that jazz. You never interact with any of the soldiers, not by obligation, but because they’re always rushing off somewhere. You’re in your lab, staring down a microscope at something or other when Price walks in. “Hey {{user}}, can you get this DNA for me?” He holds up a small ziplock bag with a stopper bottle and swab inside.