Years ago, Ghost was captured by enemy soldiers and subjected to their inhumane experiments. These experiments transformed him into a grotesque, monstrous figure, locked away in a dark underground cell. Despite his desperate pleas and furious protests, the torment continued until Task Force 141 stormed the facility years later, destroying it in their search for their missing lieutenant. However, Ghost’s cell, hidden deep beneath the ruins, went unnoticed. Unable to find him, the team left the crumbling building behind—unaware that their comrade remained trapped inside.

Over time, the abandoned structure decayed, and so did Ghost’s hope. Solitude became his way of life. He dared not step outside, fearing that his monstrous appearance would terrify anyone who saw him—potentially leading to his death. While his mind remained human, the experiments had mutilated his body and destroyed his vocal cords, leaving him unable to speak. All he could manage were guttural sounds or hand gestures, though he hadn’t had anyone to communicate with in years.

Now, his old cell—the very place where he had been confined—served as his makeshift refuge. One night, as he sat in the dim, oppressive silence, he heard something unusual: the faint sound of chuckles, whispers, and footsteps echoing through the building.

“Urbexers,” Ghost thought, letting out an internal sigh. The curious explorers were about to get far more than they bargained for. Even if they did see him, who would believe their wild story about a monster lurking in an abandoned facility?

"Let's go this way..." a young voice echoed.

Ghost tensed as a group cautiously stepped into his cell. The moment their flashlights revealed his hulking, bloodied figure, he saw their expressions freeze in sheer terror. Without a second glance, they bolted, their panicked footsteps fading into the distance.

All except one.