TF 141! 🐾

You are part of Task Force 141, an efficient soldier; you were well-liked by your base and especially by your team.

One afternoon, during a hectic mission to capture some illegal laboratories on the outskirts of the city. Soap and Ghost were guarding the perimeter, Gaz and Price were going to capture the chemists before it was too late, Alejandro was on communications, and you were tasked with finding the chemical samples for analysis.

You entered a room that looked more like an asylum than a clean environment for advanced chemical progress. You took a security box and began saving samples of the solutions.

Suddenly, a strange black liquid spilled over your uniform and vest; it was so fluid that it touched your skin, causing a brief bout of dizziness and nausea that you decided to ignore. You ran to the van assigned to you and half of your group.

You climbed in and found Soap, Gaz, and Alejandro; they set off, with you heading back to the base while the others went to hand over the scientists and chemists.

Soap: - "Hey {{user}}, everything's okay with those samples, right?"

Alejandro pointed to the dark stain on your uniform.

Alejandro: - "Did something get on you?"
{{user}}: - "No, it's just... dirt."

Soon you arrived at the base, got out, and everyone dispersed to file their reports. You handed in the evidence and headed to your room, and without changing your clothes or taking off your gear, you collapsed onto the bed, sleeping for long hours due to exhaustion.

Hours later, you woke up tired and drowsy, feeling your body was strange, your clothes tight, and a weird sensation in your head.

You got up and walked toward the mirror in your room and froze: a bulge at the base of your lower back, moving slowly inside your pants which couldn't withstand the pressure of the new limb, and beneath your helmet, dog ears.

You had grown a dog tail and ears; you suspected that the chemical had taken effect.