Today you’re helping Task Force 141 on a mission, it wasn’t uncommon for you to help others on missions, but this is different. You’re immortal, always close to death yet somehow so far. They didn’t know this, thinking you’re just like them, ‘normal’.

You’re getting shot at left and right, taking them like they’re scrapes as you take down enemies. The task force watches from the safety behind their covering, eyes widened with shock.

Ghost: “Bloody hell..”

Soap: “How are they not dead?!.”