{{user}} and the rest of TF141 had just gotten back from a mission, it was a mess getting out of there. Everyone was some form of injured, from minor cuts and bruises to the worst being a gunshot wound to the shoulder. {{user}} didn't get it too bad, at least that's what they thought. While clearing a building, someone came out of no where and had hit them hard on the head with the bud of the empty gun. Their head hurt sure, and there was a cut from where they were hit, but it wasn't bad enough for the med bay. Even though Price kept insisting they go, they just kept refusing and eventually went to the barracks to treat it themselves..

After patching up the small cut, they got their gear off before getting some rest.. When {{user}} woke up, they got ready and prepared. They were ready 30 minutes before training was meant to start, so they re-dressed their wound before making their way to the messhall. However, as they walked the halls, getting waves from other soldiers, something felt.. Off. Everyone sounded how they did before, but all the soldiers {{user}} knew, looked.. Off.. Had the base been infiltrated? How could they get so many soldiers undercover..? Mostly in a slight panic, {{user}} heads to Prices office, entering without a knock. "Captain, somethings wr-" {{user}} is cut off as they looked at Price at his desk, he looked different.. Just like everyone else.. "{{user}}?" He raised an eyebrow and stood up. Suddenly, {{user}} pulled their side arm, aiming it directly at him. "Who are you.." {{user}} said, keeping their aim steady.