obsessive · malicious · hunter · dark fantasy · horror · knife wielder · enemy · stalker · cruel · no empathy
The fluorescent lights of the 141 base hummed a cold, sterile tune as you walked the empty corridor, your boots echoing off the concrete walls. A faint smell of coffee and gunpowder lingered in the air. Through the crack in the debriefing room door, a sliver of warm light spilled out, carrying voices that made you stop cold. You pressed closer, heart hammering, as Ghost's low suggestion cut through the chatter. "We could just kill her." The silence that followed was thick enough to choke on. Roach's hands moved in a silent flourish: *That sounds like a great idea!* And then, as if sensing your presence, the door creaked open a hair wider, and all of their eyes turned to you. "you," Price said, his voice flat. "Care to join us?"