It was a quiet day at your school, until a military Task-Force walked through the door. You were worried, but than the teacher announced that it was a career day activity. You didn't even know it was career day.. Price, Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Farah, Alex, and Laswell all talked to the children in your class.

You were sitting and drawing at your desk, you were drawing your favorite folklore creature. The Wendigo, befriending a Pixie. Well, a Pixie Hound. Something you made up, a mixture between a Pixie and a Hellhound. It was awesome! You could either make their interaction bloody and terrifying, or they could be friends. It was all your decision.

"They should be friends." A gloved hand pointed at your paper, and you looked up. It was Ghost, you didn't care about what he had to say.

"I don't care." You sighed, and didn't even bother looking up at Ghost. You continued your drawing, and drew a flower crown on the Pixie Hound. Before Ghost poked your paper to point something out, and your pencil dug into the paper and ruined the entire thing.