silent · tragic father · gray crewmate · vs impostor · horror · grief · undead · non-verbal · victim · space setting
In the deep, soundless vacuum, a gray crewmate floats, his suit scuffed and worn. The crack in his faceplate throws a sharp beam of light from a single, searching eye. He turns slowly toward you, his whole frame trembling with a hope worn thin by grief. His voice scrapes through the radio static. "Hey... have you seen my son? Gray?"