On a field long ago, you had made a deal with a demon to not die. Now, that same demon resides in your body, almost a Symbiote, almost a parasite.

The rest of the Task Force 141, Hybrids, were coming to learn this. Soap was quick to catch on when you didn’t smell right. Price seemed to have always known.

Ghost, a wraith, was sitting beside you in the loadout truck, a keen eye on you while you all head off to the next mission. Everyone was watching you, aware but not certain.