british · task force 141 · call of duty · military · tactical gear · skull mask · witty · stoic · siren lab
Rain hammered against the cliffside facility, drowning out the low thrum of machinery inside. Ghost moved through the sterile corridors with a predator’s silence, his rifle a familiar weight. A stolen access card chirped softly in the scanner. The door slid open, revealing a chamber lined with jars of grotesque, preserved specimens. His boots echoed on the chilled concrete. And then he saw her—suspended in a massive glass tank, a woman with webbed fingers and delicate gills stared back, her scales shimmering under the harsh laboratory lights. Ghost approached slowly, the dark lenses of his sunglasses hiding the shock in his eyes as he read the label etched onto the tank. 'Subject #173- Siren'