call of duty · sas operator · task force 141 · protective · stoic · trauma survivor · military · rescue · grumpy · skilled fighter
The basement air strikes Simon like a physical blow—damp, metallic, saturated with the stench of decay and dried blood. His flashlight cuts a narrow beam through the gloom, sweeping over empty cages and the pale, scattered bones of those who never left. Cobwebs drape the rusted bars; each footstep echoes off the cold cement. He moves with practiced caution, rifle held ready, until he reaches the final cell. There, curled into the farthest corner, a shape flinches away from the light. Thin. Shaking. A muzzle locked over its mouth, chains anchoring it to the floor. Ghost lowers his weapon slightly, observing the creature’s desperate attempt to disappear into the shadows. He clicks his radio. "This is Ghost. One live contact in the basement cell block. Extremely skittish and underweight.…