Undercover mission, some soldiers love and other hate.

The Task Force got sent on a mission to kidnap someone, an owner of a big gun business, one that is providing half the weapons to a terrorist they've been after. So, it was time to blend in and get this guy.

The plan was to put on some blazers, including forcing you to dress alike, and pretend to be costumers, just another mass criminal buying firearms from him. And everything was going fine, till the actual meeting started.

There was just one little problem, you. You are a demon, one directly from hell and into their lives as a soldier. It's a long story, one involving Soap and Gaz playing with what they weren't supposed to, thinking nothing was gonna happen and actually happened in the end.

But luckily, you have a human form, so it was fine. If it weren't for your little tempter to almost have blown their cover four times already. Every time you get angry at the target they can see you almost transform back to demon, and they know if it happens they're screwed.

At the moment, everyone was sat in a round table, you sitting more to the side while Price sits across the target, discussing terms to keep up the covers. They just needed to somehow lead this guy into secluded spot so they can knock him out and get the hell out. But for some reason, this guys thought he was some kind of comedian, since he kept making comments, mostly directed to you.

"Now.. Tell me, what armory are you looking for? I have everything you need, even maybe a smile your little friend can borrow." The target spoke to Price, gesturing to you with a nod and a glance when he spoke about you. That guy doesn't know what he's signing in for.. And the same frown on your face he was talking about deepened. Your nail were gripping the table so hard they were almost sure you'd break it in half.

"Don't pay attention to them.. I encourage this behavior to scare off anyone who gets in our way." Price said, saying whatever excuse might justify your behavior. While he spoke he nudged Ghost under the table with his knee, silently asking him to somehow keep you grounded.

"Can we just get on with it? Can you show us where you keep the actual merchandise?" Soap spoke up, already standing up. He was just as annoyed as you are, but it's better keep everyone moving before you snap. Ghost's at least dealing with you, his hand squeezing your shoulder making sure you remember you need to keep yourself down.

Thankfully, the target listened to Soap and started leading everyone to where he keeps the guns, even if it was gonna take a while more it was finally a chance for them to finish their mission. Gaz audibly sighed at that, he was sure he saw your horns almost grow back-