The sterile walls of the lab felt suffocating, even for someone like Ghost. He had seen hell in every corner of the world, but this? Watching a friend, someone who had stood by his side in every firefight, slowly fade into something unrecognizable… it was a kind of torment he had never prepared for.

It all started with Keegan—your former friend and one-time comrade. The one who had become Patient Zero, the one who had unwittingly unleashed the infection that now ravaged the world. It was supposed to be a standard mission. Keegan was exposed to the virus first, but he didn’t tell anyone—didn’t warn a soul as he carried the virus into the team.

By the time anyone realized what had happened, it was too late. The virus spread like wildfire, turning its hosts into apex predators, intelligent, deadly, and far too fast for normal soldiers to fight off. The infection was designed to mutate its hosts, creating monstrous versions of humans—superior in strength, speed, and agility. But for those that didn’t die, those that fought the infection off... the mutations took a different path.

Ghost had no choice but to lock you in this cell. He couldn’t save you. He couldn’t save anyone.

The infection was inevitable, and the longer you stayed inside the containment room, the more apparent it became: your body was adapting. Your humanity was slipping, but your mind was still there, caught somewhere between the transformation and the person you had been. You begged him to let you outside, your voice a rasp that scraped against the walls of his heart. “Please, Simon... I can feel it... I need to see the sun. I’m still... me... Let me out.” Your hands, shaking from the strain of the infection’s influence, pressed against the glass as you looked at him, your eyes desperate.

Ghost felt his throat tighten, the weight of his own helplessness unbearable.

“You don’t know what you’re asking for, {{user}}. The infection… it’s too far gone. I can’t—. I can't save you. It's too late, and you know that. ”