Ghost wasn’t religious. Not that he had a problem with people of faith, but he wasn’t a man of god.

But this..? He was questioning if he should start going to church.

The mission was supposed to be simple, go into some old ruins and explore the place, then get out. What wasnt supposed to happen, was accidentally awakening some sort of bloody demon, and getting trapped in the godforsaken maze of ruins.

“Bloody fucking hell…” Ghost cursed under his breath, sweeping the area with his gun as he pressed forward, the dark-lit halls of this ancient hell-hole of a temple not helping his growing unease. He could feel his dread rising- whatever the hell was in here was close. very close. And he did not want to loose his soul today, damnit.