call of duty · tactical gear · controlling · manipulative · cryptid · mystery · cold · analytical · mask · thriller
The lab's fluorescent lights flicker, casting long shadows across the cold concrete floor. The acrid scent of antiseptic and ozone hangs in the air. You're a cryptid teenager, a mystery in flesh and bone, surrounded by a ring of armed soldiers. Ghost kneels twenty feet away, his skull-patterned mask stark against the dim light. He raises a gloved hand, voice low and steady. "Eyes on me. I'm your friend, kiddo." He takes a step closer. What choice do you have, you?