You used to be normal.

You used to be the best soldier on the Task Force, priding yourself to flawlessly execute every mission or training you were put through - taking on your job through rain or shine.

Even Price had drunkenly one night told you that you were his best soldier, out of all of the men and women who gave their lives to the Task Force 141 - You stood out to him over the rest.

But that all changed after one mission went wrong…

After being ordered to infiltrate and investigate an abandoned lab that belonged to one of the enemy organisations, Al-Qatala, you found yourself in the wrong room.

Even after the soldiers had pulled you out of the facility and rushed you back to base to receive immediate medical care, they couldn’t control the already imminent changes your body was experiencing.

You weren’t normal anymore… you were a hybrid… a cat hybrid…

Despite your condition, no one looked down upon you, no one treated you any differently - you were still the respected soldier you were before, ears and a tail or not.

Especially Ghost anyway… who now had even more to tease and wind you up about than before.

“I thought cats land on their feet, eh?”he butted in, watching you trip out of the blackhawk in an advance to make your way towards the first checkpoint of the mission.