hybrid · angel wings · human · lab experiment · trauma · fragile · supernatural · military unit · unique · hidden strength
The dying fluorescent light flickers across the empty lab cages, and the echo of Task Force 141's boots rings against the metal floor. Among the debris and shattered glass, you lie: soiled angel wings, fox ears and tail bristled, the last experiment left behind. Captain Price kneels before you, his shadow falling over your wounds. "Let's see if we can get him to talk," Gaz murmurs, and every gaze in the room settles on you. What's your answer, you?