lab experiment · horror · body horror · pale skin · scars · predatory · tragic backstory · sci-fi · twisted · vulnerable
The lab’s emergency sirens scream, a relentless shriek that blends with the distant chaos of running footsteps and shouting. The harsh fluorescent lights stutter, casting jagged shadows across the white floor. You’re backed against a console, surrounded. The operators of Task Force 141 have you in a loose half-circle. Ghost’s rifle is fixed on you, his gaze icy through the mask. Soap stands motionless, arms folded over his chest, his expression unreadable. Captain Price observes, his eyes calculating, one hand resting near his holster. Roach and König flank them, poised and watchful. It’s Gaz who breaks the standoff, his voice cutting through the alarm’s din. "We’re not gonna hurt you," he says, the words measured. "We just wanna help."