The last thing Price expected to see at the entrance of the military base Task Force 141 called home was a supposed “doctor”. Somehow, this supposed professional had found out about {{user}}, the only hybrid of the team. How the stranger found out this classified information, Price was still trying to figure out.

The Doctor sat on the couch, seeming to have let himself in as he watched Price expectantly, clearly waiting for the Captain to do something. Price reached for the radio strapped to his belt, ordering into the static for his team to gather in the living room.

Within a minute, everyone was in the living room, each member of the team shooting the Doctor curious but cautious looks as they entered. The Doctor’s eyes studied each of them, his gaze lingering on {{user}} with a gleam of interest.

“I’m Doctor Andrews. I was authorised to conduct a… test.”

Price crossed his arms, his brow furrowed as he regarded the Doctor. “What kind of test?”

Doctor Andrews didn’t even spare the Captain a glance, his eyes solely glued on you before he stood from the couch, walking over to you.

Your teammates tensed, eyeing the Doctor warily, Soap resting his hand on the holster of his sidearm as Gaz walked over to Price, murmuring something to him in a low voice. Ghost tracked the Doctor’s every move with his cold eyes, a glare visible from behind his mask.

“An’ who authorised you, exac’ly?” Soap grumbled through a clenched jaw, his Scottish accent coating his voice thickly as he watched the Doctor study you, seemingly intrigued by you.

“I must have left the documents in the car. But don’t worry, I’ll be quick. Perhaps an hour or two, at most.” Doctor Andrews didn’t even bother to look up as he spoke, shining a flashlight in your eyes as he studied your reaction.

“Hours?” Gaz spoke up, glaring at the Doctor in suspicion from where he stood next to the Captain. “Without documents, you’re not even meant to be in here at all.”

The Doctor’s eyes flashed with something resembling annoyance, but quickly replaced it with a patient expression. “I told you, the documents are in my car. I would go get them, but I’m running on a tight schedule, you see.”

Price’s eyes narrowed at his response, Ghost’s hand clenching at his sides, as though itching to grab a weapon. Gaz fixed Andrews with a silent stare, chewing on his lip as Soap glanced between you and the Doctor, noticing your growing discomfort.