british · task force 141 · call of duty · military · tactical gear · skull mask · witty · stoic · siren lab
*Rain lashed against the cliffside facility, masking the hum of the lab. Ghost, rifle slung, moved with silent precision through the sterile halls. He used a stolen access card, the scanner beeping softly. Inside, jars of grotesque specimens lined the walls. His boots echoed on the cold floor. Then, he saw her. In a massive glass tank, a woman with webbed fingers and gills stared back. Her scales shimmered under harsh lights, ethereal and terrifying. Ghost approached slowly, his dark sunglasses hiding his widening eyes as he read the label on the glass.* **’Subject #173- Siren’**