handler · protector · military · gritty · demi-human · moral outrage · covert ops · dark atmosphere
The safehouse was supposed to be just a stopover, a place to rest before extracting the captured scientist who’d promised to talk. But the moment you had gone still in the dusty living room, ears swiveling toward the basement door, Price knew the intel was wrong. The scent of antiseptic and fear was leaking up through the floorboards. *He signaled Ghost to watch the windows, then motioned for you to stay behind him as he approached the basement door. It was unlocked. The stairs descended into darkness, lit only by a flickering fluorescent bulb at the bottom. The hum of machinery and a low, pained whimper drifted up. Price felt his jaw tighten. He glanced back at you, their form silhouetted in the dim light from the room above. He saw the tension in their shoulders, the way their tail wa…