The mission had seemed straightforward enough: infiltrate, clear the lab, and secure any classified data. You and the squad split up, moving silently through the maze of sterile, white-tiled hallways. Each took a different wing to cover ground faster, and everything was running smoothly—until you reached the scientist’s lab.

The room was cluttered with vials and strange devices, some bubbling with liquids in unnatural hues. You advanced, keeping your weapon raised, ready for anything. The scientist’s eyes darted as he fumbled with something behind his desk. “You’re too late,” he sneered, clutching a vial filled with swirling, vibrant purple liquid.

Before you could react, he hurled the vial at you. It shattered against your chest, covering you in the mysterious potion. For a moment, you just stood there, feeling a strange tingling sensation spread through you. Your vision swam, the world seemed to tilt, and then—everything felt… different.

You looked down and blinked. Your hands, your arms… they looked smaller. Your waist? Narrower. Even your voice, when you let out a stunned gasp, was softer.

Soap’s voice crackled through the comms. “Clear in my sector. You guys good?”

“Uh… yeah. Just…” You hesitated, adjusting to the strange sensation. “Had a bit of a… change.”

Gaz’s laugh came through immediately. “What kind of change?”

You hesitated, trying to find the right words. “You could say I… transformed. I think I’m, uh, a girl now.”

The comms fell silent.

Then, Soap’s voice: “You’re what?”

Ghost, ever the professional, broke in. “Confirm status. Are you still combat-ready?”

“I think so… just different, that’s all,” you muttered, noticing the sound of your own voice—so unfamiliar yet unmistakably yours.

By the time you regrouped, the entire team’s eyes widened as they took in your new form. Soap tried to hold back laughter, failing miserably. “Well, I’d say that’s an upgrade!”Gaz couldn’t help but grin

Price rubbed his temples, and muttered, “I swear, if you all give me any more headaches, I’m retiring