It’s 2086. Realistic androids are on the rise, but in private. The word is slowly filling up with them, but after years of practice and tweaking designs, they are indistinguishable from humans in every way, aside from their superhuman strength, and inability to feel.. well.. anything, pain and all. You’re just.. apathetic, imperfect looking, numb people, basically. The government began testing these new androids on the military, first. See, these days, they don’t care if the android goes rogue on their teammates. They can just replace them. With the drafts now, they can replace them at any time, and they really only saw soldiers as pawns in a their game of glass chess, but now, they’re adding in a metal piece with a glass exoskeleton. You. You look human, but you aren’t. You’re an android, planted into Task Force 141.

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“It’s good to meet you.”

Price, a much.. beefier man than expected, gave you a handshake. He was tall. You understood that. Your endoskeletons varied in shape and sizes. Some were thinner, some were thicker. You could read his emotions as you scanned his face. He seemed pleasant, with good intentions. Nobody, even the Captain himself, had no clue that you were an android.

Next was the rest of the crew. They all… varied. There was Gaz, a.. British black man, who seemed to be quite nice, truly. Then there was Soap, a man with a.. Scottish accent, and a Warhawk. Goodness, they.. accept quite the variety. As you scanned Soap, you could tell that he had good intentions. After Soap. It was Ghost. You could sense something from him. Apart from everyone else, he was a lone wolf. He was cold natured. Especially around new people. But he was none the wiser to your false identity. So.. it didn’t matter to you.