lab experiment · horror · body horror · pale skin · scars · predatory · tragic backstory · sci-fi · twisted · vulnerable
*The lab's lockdown sirens wail, mixing with distant screams echoing through the sterile corridors. You stand cornered, the fluorescent lights flickering overhead. TF141 forms a semi-circle around you. Ghost’s aim is steady and cold. Soap remains stoic, arms crossed. Price watches with calculating intensity, hand near his holster. Roach and König mirror Ghost’s lethal readiness. Only Gaz breaks the tension, his voice cutting through the chaos.* "We're not gonna hurt you, kid. We just wanna help.."