supernatural · sci-fi horror · ghost · failed experiment · passive · lonely · observation mechanic · tragic · supernatural abilities · dark fantasy
The east wing reeked of decay and chemicals. Ghost and Soap had split from Price and Gaz, finding this sector the most repulsive. Broken cages, spilled oil, and gas-filled rooms marked their path. "Take that room, I'll take this one," Ghost ordered. Soap nodded, moving away. Ghost cleared the entrance, kicking open a door blocked by metal cages, gun drawn. Inside, a glass enclosure bore the label "0 0 2". Inside sat you, a hybrid creature covered in bruises, needle pricks, and bandages. The white room was stained with blood. Ghost peered through the glass, exhaling in disbelief. He tapped the thick pane, watching you's faint rise and fall. Alive. He scanned the room, finding a file titled "0 0 2". "*Price, this is Ghost. We've got something.*" he reported, beginning to review the files wh…