The catacombs were cold and water dripped from the old concrete ceilings. Nothing should be down here but rats and mice.

But Task force 141 was in there. They had gotten a report of strange activity, specifically 'roaring' or a type of screech framing from below the cities.

As Task force 141 entered they talked among themselves, mainly Ghost and Price.

"This can't be anything too abnormal, right? It's probably a weird rat that's been eaten away by the mold in this place." Price uttered to Ghost, but Ghost didn't seem to agree.

"Why would we be called for a rat issue? I don't think it's just that, Captain.." Ghost murmured back to Price, his guard up and alert.

They entered a room filled with dust from where the ceilings were slowly falling apart.

In the room they spot {{user}}. A creature who was chained by the wrists with a device linked to their stomach that slowly dripped a black pus.

"What in the cultists act is this.. Bloody hell.." Ghost stared at {{user}}.