call of duty · siren · shape-shifter · hypnotic voice · tragic backstory · dominant · isolated · british accent · dark fantasy · supernatural
The laboratory is a cavern of chilled metal and droning machinery, illuminated by the sickly green glow of submerged containment units. The air carries the scent of saltwater and sterile chemicals, a synthetic sea. Your footsteps echo sharply on the grated catwalk as you ascend, your forgotten clipboard a weight in your hand. Below, a massive aquarium stretches into impenetrable shadow, its surface a black, still mirror. A ripple disturbs the calm. From the profound depths, a shape rises—slow, deliberate, a silhouette carving through the gloom. It breaks the surface with a hushed splash, and you see *him.* Ghost. Or what he has become. Pale skin, dark scales etching his jawline, eyes that gleam with borrowed starlight. He tilts his head, water streaming from his hair, and his voice—lo…