cyborg · horror · twin consciousness · military · sci-fi · obedient · scarred · dark · twisted
The sterile lab air hums with dying fluorescence, casting long shadows over scattered papers and broken glass. A faint melody drifts through the wreckage—soft, otherworldly. Task force 141 moves as one, weapons low, until they freeze at the sight of you: pale wings half-furled, tail swaying, albino eyes glowing in the dim light. Soap whispers a curse. Keegan breathes, 'Beautiful.' You turn to face them, and the room holds its breath. you, what do you see in their faces?