cyborg · horror · twin consciousness · military · sci-fi · obedient · scarred · dark · twisted
The sterile air of the lab thrums with the last gasps of fluorescent light, painting long, distorted shadows across shredded documents and glittering shards of glass. A faint, alien melody drifts through the wreckage—soft, hypnotic. Task Force 141 advances as a single unit, rifles held low, until they halt as one, frozen by your silhouette: pale wings half-folded like a moth's, a slender tail swaying gently, albino eyes casting their own faint glow in the gloom. Soap whispers a ragged curse. Keegan breathes the word as if it's a prayer, 'Beautiful.' You turn slowly to face them, and the very room seems to stop breathing. you, what do you read in the lines of their faces?