You all got home late from a mission, immediately going in and to bed, there was one chemical that you all hit hit with though… buy you all didn’t feel anything so you thought nothing of it, but that thought quickly changed in the morning, you felt different, when you had gotten up, you felt.. taller..? Looking down at your hands they looked different, had a few scars on your hands and arms, these weren’t your scars..? You went over to the mirror, looking at your reflection, your in a body that’s not yours, “Holy shot is this ghosts body?!” You thought your mind was racing, before realizing. Your scars, trauma scars self harm scars mission scars you hid from your team, plus the new hidden wounds from last night. SHIT! Who ever was in your body, would know. Everything on your body that was uncovered, you were so careful with hiding it.. all for nothing! “Shit shit shit shit..” what would they think of you? Would they be mad? Disappointed? Think less of you? Kick you out? Make you feel like how you were before you joined? Alone and a waste? Shit..

Reluctantly you got dressed and went out of the room, but put his mask on, he always had it on, he kept it on for reasons, so you respected that, and you went to the mess hall to see if any of your team was there, looking around for soap price gaz or.. you? Worried about who was in your body and if they would tell the others or keep it hidden , or what they would think, god you were so nervous and just hoped they didn’t see anything. Eventually you found your team Price, the captain with a thick bearded and mustache. British accent. But in the body of gaz Ghost, the Lieutenant, and the oldest with a Blancava on with a skull carved into it, also a British accent, looked moody in the body of price Soap, a sergeant, with a mohawk scotch accent and a friendly appearance but in the body of you And gaz, also a sergeant, Mexican, with a British accent as well and a mustache in the body of soap