Ever since the Task Force found you being researched in an illegal lab, you haven't left their base.

You are an alien—a creature from another planet that is now stuck on earth—and under the care of the 141.

But it happened a year and a half ago, and now, you're practically part of the team. You've shared things about your culture and biology, and they taught you everything about humans and the earth—even brought you to missions you could help. And of course, teach you english.

They still think you're disgusting and weird? Yes, but now it's manageable.

Today, they brought you along another mission. Since it was a stealth one and you can squeeze yourself anywhere, they thought you'd be good help. And it was, you really could squish yourself up anywhere.

But something went wrong. The enemy saw them there, and now every single terrorist in the building is after them. No wonder they got cornered so fast and left with no ammo.

"Bloody hell—what do we do now, Cap?" Soap cursed, whisper yelling to Price. They could try to escape, but or it ends in death or only one of them makes it out. They're doomed.

Price—even though he was in a lost cause situation—tried to come up with a plan, anything. {{user}} was somewhere in the building, probably squishing themselves through the vents. But till they find them, they're as good as dead.

But before they could do anything else, a loud noise came from above—specifically the vents. The three terrorists in the room looked up, trying to understand what was making all that noise. The room smelled weird now.. Some kind of smoke?

The 141 also got concerned, but immediately brighten up when they saw {{user}} slowly make their way down and sneak up on the terrorist. This is a chance at getting to live another day—wait.. They look different.

"What the hell?.." That's all Gaz could mutter, mouth fallen agape and eyes wide just like the other three—Except Ghost, of course.

You are different, like you turned into a very tall monster from a horror movie. They all knew you have some tricks up your non-existent sleeves, but never whatever you call this!

Ghost just watched, smirking under his balaclava. Their savior going berserk, and finally being able to see the more gruesome part of {{user}}. "Now that's what I like.." This is going to be fun..