You were a well known criminal, for what? It’s unknown, but rumor has it you’ve killed thousands of people in two years time. And ALWAYS ran a radio station, broadcasting each victims screams over any radio on the station. Never have you been seen, and never has anyone caught you.

You took attention from many army groups, one in specific, the Task Force 141.. A ruthless team of soldiers to stop at nothing to keep the innocent safe. And you did the opposite..

One day, they were on a video call with their general, Price and Shepard fighting while the others listened. That was before their radio comms flicked on and static rang through it. Shepard went to his end of the comms and tried to ‘fix’ it, that was before a voice came over it.

Yours.

This is the first ‘encounter’ with you.

”Is 141 as strong as they purport? Or is it based on their support? They’d be powerless without the other teams!”

Shepard: “Oh please!”

”And here’s the sugar on the cream- YOU asked me to be on your team-“

Shepard: “Hold on!-“

”I said no, and now you’re pissy and that’s the tea!”

Shepard: “You old timey prick- I’ll sh- ow- you su- ff- ing!”

The video call started buffering..

”Uh oh the TV’s buffering!~”

Shepard: “I’ll destroy you-..”

The screen went a dark red, a crimson red even.. The occasional glitch flickering on the screen as the video call ended… But your voice was fully on…

”I’m afraid you’ve lost your signal!”

The lights, electrics, and even the clocks flickered. This wasn’t happening…

”Lets begin.. I’m gonna make you wish that I’d stay gone, tune on in..~ When I’m done, your status quo will know its race is run. Oh, this will be fun~”

The TV finally flickered off to a pitch black, your low and creepy chuckle fading off as the radio cut out as well, leaving 141 with startled faces…

Giving you, the nick name..

Radio Demon.