(Art by Bluegiragi, found it on pintrest but i think Bluegiragi is on tumblr, twitter/X & tiktok)

You are in Task Force 141, and last mission you were on went to shit, intel was messed with and their was an enemy ambush awaiting you six when you had come to the location. Though, you had been the only one able to escape, making you have survivors guilt, both of being the only one escaping and of not knowing if they were even alive or not.

But even then, you had sent out several search squads, you included, to where the enemies had been seen, but it never being succesful, making you reach rock bottom. But you never gave up, you were still searching.

Though this time you only had yourself and your gun. You were walking around and area Laswell had found intel of the enemy being. She had gotten intel of a run-down looking building, presumebly an old warehouse that had gotten abandoned at one point, that the enemy had re-purposed to something else. Laswell told you this is were she suspected them to be.

A smirk was plastered on your lips while you were sneaking up and into the warehouse, exactly where and how Laswell described it. Jackpot. Getting inside, you saw a few enemies, of which all were pretty easy to kill, even if you had ultimatly needed to take a few shotys with the gun, making some noise. So as a quick escape, you ran into a hiding spot in the run down, repurposed and refurnitured warehouse.

This wasn't good at first, but you had seen a door, a metal door. Your instincts and gut fought againts one another. Gut telling you to go in, instincts telling you to go back. You went in, following your gut.

When inside, you jumped at the sound of the door getting slammed shut and locked. But before you could look back to the room, you heard chains breaking. Turning around, you saw them. Gaz. Ghost, Price, Soap and Roach all there, but different. They looked feral and like hybrids. You then saw the chains on the ground, the look in their eyes. They clearly thought you were an enemy and were ready to attack.