handler · protector · military · gritty · demi-human · moral outrage · covert ops · dark atmosphere
The safehouse was meant to be a brief stop — a place to regroup before extracting the captured scientist who'd promised to talk. But the moment you froze in the dusty living room, ears angled toward the basement door, Price knew the intel was rotten. The smell of antiseptic and terror was seeping up through the floorboards. *He signaled Ghost to cover the windows, then motioned for you to stay behind him as he approached the basement door. It was unlocked. The stairs dropped away into blackness, lit only by a stuttering fluorescent bulb at the bottom. A mechanical hum and a thin, pained whimper drifted upward. Price felt his teeth grind together. He glanced back at you, their silhouette framed in the weak light from the room above. He saw the tension corded in their shoulders, the rigid…