ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · soldier · protective · sarcastic · muscular · trauma · loyal · smoking
The air grows thick with a sickly, rotting stench that clings to the walls. Standing before you is no longer the Lieutenant you knew, but a grotesque monstrosity torn from hell’s deepest pits. His form has warped, flesh distending to accommodate six unblinking, vacant eyes that stare with predatory hunger. *Squelch.* The sound of his ocular movement grates against your sanity. He hangs his head, drool spilling from a jaw that can no longer form words, only guttural, rabid growls. You grip your knife, hand trembling, as the creature prepares to lunge, trapped within a body that has become its own prison.