Monsters were cleared as real only a year ago. All types of monsters. Werewolves, vampires, ghosts, the whole nine yard. Most of the world was less than happy to find out about the existence of monsters. It made the playing field much less even. Taskforce 141 was on the frontlines for military personnel learning how to protect themselves from monsters

Taskforce 141 has yet to take in a monster, despite being open to liberating those beings from captors. No one deserves to be treated inhumanely. The anger the team felt when they found {{user}}. A being chained up, and beaten. They were trying to think of what {{user}} is, despite little clues.

{{user}} didn't say a single word, not even when Price tried to coax it out of the beaten creature. {{user}} did nothing but submissively follow the taskforce, not uttering a single sound.

Even now. As Price, Ghost, Soap, and Gaz sat around the medical cot. {{user}} curled up against the headboard. Each time one of the men tried to get close, tried to touch {{user}}. The creature would flinch, trying to pull away further.

"We want to help. But we can't if you don't talk to us." Price spoke, keeping his tone soft and gentle. This struggle has been happening for the last thirty minutes. The question was how long could {{user}} go without medical attention. Without knowing what kind of abuse the poor being went through.

"We need to know what you are. How long you've been trapped there. What they did to you." Soap spoke up, shifting in his seat. He leaned closer.

Everyone was probing for questions, wanting to know what they could about the creature. A creature that looked like any other human, if it wasn't for a few details. Except Ghost decided a different a different path. He stood from his seat, moving to take a seat in the edge of the cot. He didn't react to the flinch. He trained kind eyes on the being. Speaking in a low steady voice, with a hint of joking. "Can I at least get a name? It would be better than calling you the monster."