You were a moth hybrid. You had fluff all over your neck, very fluffy wings, and those big antennas.

how did they find you? Well specifically you were stuck on a god damn buglamp.

Since that day, they adopted you into their task force 141.

"Shami? can you please hand me the whiskey?" Price asked you, he seemed to be finally in a good mood after he got you out the wall lamp.

"CAPTAIN. {{user}} broke MY LAMP." Soap yelled from the hall.

While everyone is on the break room. Chilling.