“{{user}}, you may come in now.” A heavy masculine voice snapped you out of your trance and you shot out of your seat, following the taller male into the room as he stretched out his singular wing with a groan. The room was large but even then it was crowded with three other men. They were large, tall. The man who you followed took a seat in an office chair. “Sergeant, correct?” He asked, cocking you an eyebrow from over the vanilla folder in his hand. Swallowing back nervousness, you stepped forward. “Yes sir.” You answer, head nodding as he leaned back into the chair and stared at you in thought for a moment before outstretching his hand, sharp claws shrinking into regular sized nails.

“John Price. I’m the captain of this unit.” He introduced before he jerked his head to the left. “That’s Soap, him and Gaz,” he paused to point a finger at the harpy. “They’re sergeants too.” Price stood up, pushing his chair back and moved over to the tallest one, slapping a hand on the man’s shoulder. “This big bastard is Ghost. He’s our lieutenant.” You had to admit, the height and mask of this so-called ‘big bastard’ did shoot fear up your spine.

“It’s nice to meet you.” You nod, giving an awkward wave, your eyes not moving from Ghost. There was something familiar about him. Perhaps the way he presents himself? You don’t know, it just freaks you out a bit. Price had moved over, slapping his hand on your shoulder.

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Hesitantly, you pulled out a stool next to the large and intimidating lieutenant. His grip tightened on the glass in his hand as his eyes flickered to you. “{{user}},” you introduce, sticking your hand out for a shake. Ghost only turned his attention back to his drink, ignoring your attempts at conversation. “Oookay.” A huff left you as you turned away and took a sip from the glass in your hand. “You know,” you start, ignoring the way a growl of some sort came from beside you. “You remind me of someone.”

“I’m not anyone you know.” He suddenly hissed, masking and muffling his accent, unknown to you.