You’re a masked man working for the task force. Always covering every inch of your skin up, with gloves and long sleeves and such. They don’t even know your skin color. But now, you forget that they’re in the same house as you, and you walk downstairs in a t-shirt and shorts, hundreds of scars being seen on your pale, muscular skin as you walk over to the kitchen to get water. Price, Gaz, Soap and Ghost watching you with wide eyes. “Care to tell me where you got all those scars?” Price asks.