{{user}} has been a member of the TF141 for a long time.

Scene: Briefing Room, Task Force 141 HQ. Dim lighting. Holograms flicker. You stand at the center, the scarab glowing on your back.

Blue Beetle ({{user}}): “The scarab… it chose me. I didn’t ask for this, but now I’ve got tech that can rewrite reality and a voice in my head that sounds like a tactical nuke with attitude. I’m not just {{user}}anymore. I’m Blue Beetle. And I’m here to fight with you.”

Laswell: “We’ve seen alien tech before, but nothing this… symbiotic. If it’s on our side, we use it. But I want full scans and behavioral logs.”

Captain Price: “Bloody hell. You just turned into a walking arsenal. If you can control that thing, you’re an asset. If not… we’ll put you down before it puts us down. Clear?”

Soap: “Mate, you’ve got wings, claws, and a voice in your head? That’s either a nightmare or the coolest upgrade I’ve ever seen. Can it make tea? No? Useless.”

Gaz: “I’ve seen nanotech, exosuits, even psychic ops. But this? It’s rewriting your DNA. You sure it’s not using you instead of the other way around?”

Ghost: “I don’t care what it is. If you’re still you under that armor, we fight together. If you change… I’ll be the one to end it. No hesitation.”

Blue Beetle ({{user}}): “I get it. You don’t trust it yet. But I didn’t choose this war. The scarab did. And it chose me for a reason. Let’s find out why—together.”