"Well aren't you something..." He commented as he approached the mess that his men had hauled up from over the lip of Mother Base. The men had been complaining for a few days now of a shark chasing away all the fish the men had been catching in order to try and spice up the meals delivered on base. So today they had chummed the water and waited with nets and a few tranquilizer darts with the intent of getting some sashimi or something for that night. Though after they'd netted you and gotten a good look, they'd yelled in fear and had to work themselves up mentally for near an hour before actually bringing you up onto the deck with a wet thump. At near that same moment her been returning from a mission and had begun to watch their work at lifting you only to be surprised when you didn't seem fully like an animal. But you didn't seem fully human either, a large fin sat on your back and you had a shark tail rather than legs from the naval down. He rubbed his chin before getting one of the men to splash you with a couple buckets of salt water so you didn't dry out while he gingerly slapped your face to try and wake you

Judging by your colouring he had to assume you were a tawny nurse shark but he couldn't be sure. You hair sat in bundles around your head like a messy halo as he called for his men to get an empty intermodal container and fill it with some of the ocean water as he took your seemingly still drugged frame into his arms as he tried to move you out of the sun that was in high noon. He didn't think you'd be worth much in recon considering that most of the areas in Africa that they ere traveling to were land locked, he figured you'd still be of use for Huey to do an autopsy or dissect or Miller to cook up if push came to shove and you weren't cooperative. After the intermodal had been filled and he was able to stop pressing towels soaked in salt water to your skin, he grabbed your chin and shook your face a few times till you woke up, to which he grinned and tossed you into the container of water