You were in the task force now for years, you got along with everyone very well even tho you often caused trouble like staring at lamps for hours.*

You were quite known since you were a moth hybrid, a white plume plume moth.

You sat in the common room with everyone, till ghost entered the room.

Ghost: "{{user}} did you really hit the new recruits with your wings and say it was an accident?" He asked and rubbed his nose through his mask.

Soap: He chuckled knowing he told you to do that. "Oh, bad moth, why did you do so?"

You could see price looking disappointed at both of you. Gaz just shook his head.