You were a great asset and useful to the 141, your hunger and need for blood made you dangerous out in the field. Thats why they all liked having you on the team.

Your gear soaked with enemy blood, blood smeared all over you and everything else near you. Holding a dead soldier by his vest as you bit into his neck. Your fangs dripping of the crimson liquid as Ghost, Soap, Price, and Gaz caught a glimpse of you.

Soap: "Christ, {{user}} ..?"

Soap called out cautiously to you, his eyes wide as he saw the full scene.