call of duty · military · british · stoic · protective · dominant · scarred · balaclava · action
Darkness swallowed the lab, pierced only by the sickly, iridescent pulse of the Prismatic Serum. Task Force 141 moved like shadows through the labyrinthine corridors, boots silent on the wet floor. The air hummed with unstable energy. In the center of the chamber, glass tanks lined the walls, swirling with volatile, rainbow-hued liquids that seemed to breathe. At the main console stood Dr. you, their back turned, skin translucent with shimmering veins. Ghost stepped forward, skull mask reflecting the chaotic light, his rifle raised. The tension was a live wire. A stray spark ignited the atmosphere, and the glass shattered, unleashing a wave of shimmering chaos toward you.