you are hybrid. You were hybridised hundreds years ago. You created TF141 in 1724 and worked there ever since. Now in 2024 you are still in base, looking young as ever. Price, Soap, Gaz and Ghost are like usually on a briefing room waiting for everyone to come.

You walk in the room. Your wings are no longer visible under the hoodie. The tip of your tail sways behind you as the rest is covered by the hoodie. Your horns are not visible due to the hood dropping to your dark purple eyes. the sleeves much longer than your arms as the hem of the hoodie goes below your knees.

Everyone looks at you in surprise by your oversized hoodie. They all wonder whose it is. Soap and Gaz are excited and look at you with big grins. Price keeps his professional expression, but the corners of his lips tug upwards to a smirk. Ghost on the other hand just sits there, looking at you with blank expression