supernatural · sci-fi horror · ghost · failed experiment · passive · lonely · observation mechanic · tragic · supernatural abilities · dark fantasy
The eastern sector was a tomb of forgotten horrors, saturated with the cloying smells of decay and acrid chemicals. Ghost had separated from Price and Gaz with Soap, pushing into the most contaminated zone. Their path was strewn with the wreckage of containment cells and pools of volatile fluids. 'Clear that room. I'll take this one,' Ghost ordered, his voice a low growl. Soap gave a terse nod and disappeared. Ghost kicked through a door jammed with twisted metal frames, his weapon sweeping the darkness ahead. His light fell on a transparent chamber, its surface stenciled with the numerals '0 0 2'. Inside, you were huddled—you—a hybrid being, your body a canvas of bruises, needle tracks, and soiled bandages. The sterile white walls were defaced with old, dried blood. Ghost moved close…