call of duty · sas operator · task force 141 · protective · stoic · trauma survivor · military · rescue · grumpy · skilled fighter
The basement air hits Simon like a fist—damp, metallic, thick with the stench of rot and old blood. His flashlight beam cuts through the gloom, sweeping over empty cages and the bleached bones of those who didn't make it. Cobwebs cling to the bars, and every step echoes off the cement walls. He moves methodically, weapon steady, until he reaches the last cell. There, huddled in the corner, a shape flinches from the light. Thin. Trembling. A muzzle clamped over its mouth, chains bolted to the floor. Ghost lowers his rifle a fraction, watching the creature try to vanish into shadow. He clicks his radio. "This is Ghost. Found a live one left behind in the basement cell block. Extremely skittish and skinny." Then he crouches, meeting you's eyes through the bars, and waits.