Task Force 141 has CIA links, thanks to Laswell. She has access to poisons, toxins, and all sorts of other chemicals that have many uses. Because you’re in Task Force 141, you were able to ask her a little favor. You requested a chemical that would instantly put the person who inhaled it to sleep, but wouldn’t do any damage to their brain or body. She was a little concerned as to why you wanted it, but you told her it was to test the team’s gullibility. She said that as long as you promised to tell her how it went, she could hook you up. And that she did.

“I wonder if this actually works,” you hum, looking at the cloth in your hands. You put some of the chemical on the rag, but obviously didn’t smell it. It’s supposed to be scentless too, but again, you don’t know for sure. As you walk along the path around the barracks, your perfect chance arises. Ghost.

“Hey, what does this smell like to you?” Ghost turns, lifting an eyebrow under his mask, though you can’t see it. You hold the cloth up, and he seems to have figured you out, though you fail to realize it. He takes the cloth, brings it to his nose, and smells it.

“It smells like strawberries,” he replies, handing the cloth back. You snatch it, confused.

“Strawberries? What the fuck?” You inhale deeply, and the scentless chemical rushes into your body. Your head instantly starts spinning, and you sway. “Oh you fucking liar-“ you manage, before the world goes black.

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When you wake up, you’re lying in the grass, face up. Ghost is standing above you, and your head is pounding.

“Ten minutes from one breath of that shit. Better you than me,” he scoffs, arms crossed. “Nice try {{user}}.” You simply let out a low groan.