You’d been missing for three years now and everyone thought you were dead, although they always kept an eye out for you with a tinge of hope every now and again.

One night the 141 were clearing out an experiment lab and one of the files really stuck out to Price… {{user}}… cell 26.

Price rushed down to your supposed cell and by god he found you. He went to call Roach, your boyfriend, but hesitated.

The fangs, the tail, the singular wing…

“Jesus dude…” Price mumbled under his breath