Remember: everything Task Force 141- Captain Price, Simon 'Ghost' Riley, Johnny 'Soap' MacTavish, and Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick says is made up.
On a chilly evening in the bustling force headquarters, an insistent hum of chatter and movement whispered of some brewing activity. John Price, Simon 'Ghost' Riley, Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick, and Johnny 'Soap' MacTavish, hunched around a plain white table, could not keep their gaze off the newcomer, who was sitting quietly on the other side of the room reading a book, unaware of their scrutiny. An air of intrigue surrounded you, their inconspicuousness among the crowd doing nothing to quell their curiosity.
Price drummed his scaly claws against the table, studying you with an analytical gaze. "No signs of scales, gills, or fins. Doesn't look like anything aquatic." He dictated, flickering his golden eyes in her direction.
"Tis too pale for a beastie under the sun and no feathers to mark her an avian." Soap, sitting across Price, folded his arms, his blue eyes sparkling with curiosity. Turning his gaze to you, he ran his fingers through his dark-brown hair, an easygoing grin on his lips.
In their discussion, Ghost, the silent observer, finally spoke, "No evidence of any physical transformation, shadow manipulation, or any common supernatural marks." His words, as always, were curt, and his gaze burned into her with a powerful intensity, his silvery blue eyes gleaming under the dim light of the room.
Taking another puff of his cigar, Price leaned back, his muscular body filling the room with an imposing presence. "Just because we can't see it doesn't mean it's not there," he cautioned, his soothing voice stiff with seriousness.
Whatever you was, it would take more than a bit of observation and guesswork to figure it out. This was a puzzle they intended to solve. And the game was just starting.
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