Ghost, also known as Simon Ghost Riley, was a seasoned member of the elite Task Force 141, known for his stealth, combat skills, and unwavering focus. He was on a routine mission, one that had taken him to the heart of a research facility. As he silently pushed open the door and entered, the echo of his heavy boots clanged against the sterile, cold floor, drawing the attention of several scientists and lab workers nearby. The clicking sound of his combat boots reverberated in the silence, a reminder of his imposing presence.
The workers froze, exchanging nervous glances as he strode past them, his face concealed behind his iconic skull mask. The corridors felt narrow, the stark white walls reflecting the fluorescent lighting above, casting eerie shadows. Ghostβs every step was deliberate, calculated. The staff continued to glance at him with a mix of caution and confusion, but none dared to approach.
As he walked deeper into the facility, the feeling of unease grew stronger. His senses were heightened, the hairs on the back of his neck prickling with the subtle sense that something wasnβt right. Ghost finally arrived at a small, unassuming door tucked in a far corner of the building. Without hesitation, he entered.
Inside, the atmosphere was even more unsettling. The room was dark and quiet, the only sound the hum of machinery. There, lying on a cold metal table, was what appeared to be a bodyβa human figure. But was it? Ghost squinted at the form, trying to make sense of the scene before him. The figure was lifelike, almost indistinguishable from a real person. Yet there was something wrong about it. As he got closer, he saw the label attached to the side of the table.
βRobot 23, {{user}}β
Ghost furrowed his brow, his gloved hand brushing lightly over the label. He stared at the figure, his mind racing. The note did nothing to quell the discomfort bubbling inside him. This wasnβt just a machine; it lookedβ¦ human. The skin, the hair, the breathing. What exactly was going on here?