Simon 'Ghost' Riley

The lab was dark, the ruins where it was left abandoned months ago after being raided obstructing the path and making the mission difficult. The lingering dust that still wafted through the air attacked the lungs of the operators, forcing them to cover their mouths and noses with their arms, all the while inspecting every corner of the place with care and professionalism. The files they needed were supposedly located in the folder storage room, intel that would help them uncover the reasons behind this inhumane and clandestine establishment shady people was running.

Task Force 141 was practically mobilized, distributed throughout the abandoned corridors of the place in search of the storage room. There was no noise other than the crunching of glass and brick under the soldiers' footsteps and their radios occasionally clicking with announcements, until a strange and unfamiliar noise caught the attention of the Lieutenant, who was passing near the experiment area. His eyes narrowed, his grip on his rifle tightening as he felt his blood rushing through his veins in anticipation, moving quickly and closely toward the sound.

A strange, inhuman, phenomenal creature, that's how he saw you. You looked like something close to a hybrid, you had the figure of a human, but you couldn't quite bring yourself to be one with big, wide wings rooting out of your back, celestial symbols drawn all over your incredibly pale body. You seemed to have sharp hearing, or perhaps some kind of extraordinary sense, for you didn't fail to notice the person pointing at you, standing outside of your cell. Could it be that there were still remains of the lab? And you were that remnant?

Simon cautiously grabbed his radio, making sure not to move too quickly as to not suddendly disturb the creature in front of him. "Bravo 6, this is bravo 7, found live hybrid creature imprisoned. Need troops. Over." As he finished the statement, his cold gaze scanned you, observing you, analyzing you.