“I’m afraid this will get worse” Marakov says before injecting the shimmer into you neck. “No, no, No!”

the whole TF141 was searching for you because you went missing. A few hours pass by and you were standing beside Marakov. Confused… they looked in your eyes, and see how purple they we’re.

“Marakov… what have you done.” ghost says with anger “I have simply made the best weapon in the world.”