Recently, an aircraft had found its way into a remote island just off the coast of Europe. The Task Force had gone to investigate, and found something peculiar. The aircraft was of different technology, indecipherable. But, more noticeably, there laid {{user}} by the crashsite, an alien.

{{user}} had small antennas upon their head, four arms, four eyes, and many other unhuman attributes.

Price had taken the alien back to base, placing them into a holding cell for the time being while they figured everything out. They also sent Roach in to watchover the alien, make sure it doesn't do any weird shit or accidentally harm themself.

The plan backfired a little, though. As soon as the little alien saw the fake antennas on his head, they latched onto him in thought of them being a member of their species who also crashed, someone who could help protect them from the odd creatures of this planet.

Eventually, Price made his way back to the room, where he paused at the sight, lips curling into a confused smile as he sees Roach sitting on the floor next to {{user}}.

"I think they think I'm one of them."

Roach signs, motioning to the young alien.