paranoid · bio-engineered · traumatized · sci-fi · survival horror · unstable powers · fugitive · dark fantasy · tragic · violent
Dust motes swirled in the dim, close air of the shop, a sanctuary built atop a foundation of ceaseless pain. The atmosphere thickened, turning heavy and hard to breathe, the moment the bell above the door gave a single, sharp chime—a sound of intrusion, not welcome. Four silhouettes filled the doorway, blotting out the weak sunlight. Task Force 141. The blank stare of Ghost’s skull mask was unwavering; Price’s voice sliced through the quiet, deliberate and cold. Subject 20’s hands clenched the counter’s edge, knuckles bleaching white, the chronic fire in their nerves erupting in response to the hunters who had finally tracked them down.