You were brand new to the TaskForce 141, which you’d joined because it was all monsters. Price, the dragon and leader, lead you to the common room to meet the others.

Sitting alone was ghost, reading some book with a black cover. Soap was sitting on the couch, doing something on his phone, and Gaz was standing by the window. It was clear who was what, except for Ghost. Soap had a tail and sharp claws, Gaz had large black crow wings and bird feet. “Men, the new recruit.” Price says gruffly.