All it took was a bead, one that broken when it came into contact with something. It was the size of a…boba pearl, but absolutely torturous. When it came into contact with a person, mainly soldiers, it turned the calmest on the field into feral beasts.

They were believed to be in production from surrounding enemy teams, all trying to sabotage one another. Your team was one of the many on the top of the hit lists though, which explained why a lot of the guys went missing.

You and Ghost were sneaking around a supposed production facility, rifles held tightly in hand as you both scouted the place out. Though you didn’t hear anything…you could feel something was up.

Just as you were turning, you saw Simons rifle drop and his gloved hands grabbing at his slightly bare neck. Just enough. He ripped off his mask, and you could see the bulging veins in his neck, and his eyes growing wild. He’s been hit.