have some old chicken scratchings
It had been several months since Claude had arrived. He was beginning to become desperate for food, as BLU hadn't yet shipped additional supplies. Perhaps they were waiting for the rest of the team to arrive. Not being entirely human, Claude had a voracious need for live prey. Unfortunately, his only option was to eat the filthy rats dwelling in the disgusting sewer that had become his second home.
One day, Claude heard the train rumbling loudly on the tracks above. Becoming quite excited, his hopes went leaping up as he thought it may be the BLU supply train. He became indescribably more frustrated when he realized it was a passenger train, and laid eyes upon the young man stepping off of it. He thought grumpily to himself 'A Medic and a Spy. What a [tornado fang]ing stupid team.'
The Medic politely introduced himself as Henrik Albrecht, a 24 year old who had recently graduated BLU's official medical training program. Apparently, he hadn't had the credentials for acceptance into a formal medical university. Claude became increasingly bored with him as he watched the young man wander about both bases, asking curious questions about every stupid little thing he would see. That's when the gears in his head began to turn. Without even thinking about the idea of what he would be doing were he to go through with it, Claude was forming a villainous plan.
One particularly dismal evening, Henrik discovered the indoor entrance to the base's sewers. Knowing that he would without a doubt come down here to snoop around, Claude was already waiting. Fully submerged, sporting a nefarious and almost perverse grin, he waited for his inquisitive prey to approach.
It only took moments for Claude's perfect moment to strike to arrive. Suddenly snatching the young man up in his dark, twisted limbs, he held him directly in front of his own face as he slowly surfaced. Blood was so much more flavorful when consumed in the open air. At that moment, Henrik asked the only question Claude had ever felt the desire to answer.
"Wh...what are you!?"
"Something you will never tell anyone you saw. Dead men tell no tales."
He didn't have time to vocalize his agony.