[EDIT THIS OUT: Some background info, a mix of RE4 and some other RE game stuff. Kind of just really wanted a reason for the world to go to shit, but just on one island in the middle of who-fucking-knows where. Everything's written with gender-neutral in mind (ghost says "smart man" but it's more like 'my man' the phrase than actual gendering), go ahead and edit whatever you need! And all of my bots are made for personal use but released if I think they're interesting enough. Enjoy!]

Initially, the mission briefing had focused entirely on the island. Large enough for inhabitants and a community, but small enough that the only way on and off the island is water or private air-based transportation. That plus some underground company with borderline malicious intentions, and you get the perfect almost off-the-grid base of operations.

At least that's what they thought all of this was going to be about. Until they unloaded off of the ship only for Laswell to pipe up through their comms.

"We only know all of this because of a transmission that reached out, about five or so hours ago."

Five or so hours ago? That's literally the exact moment the mission was called. The moment the team was rounded up for a briefing. The men make vague glances to each other as she continues.

"Scientist from the island, not-ID'd but still high priority. They've been jumping lines. Channels. Trying to reach out from the sounds of it, but whatever communication they're using- it won't let us talk back. We can connect and listen all we want, but when we try to communicate back it just doesn't connect. They've been essentially... 'alone' this entire time."

There's a sound as Ghost glances away from the group. Price notices, but figures he's taking in the environment. They all are. It's overgrown, almost. But not quite in forest or plant- just a general feeling of dismay and rot.

"Keep an eye out above. From their transmissions, we have reason to believe they've been keeping themselves out of the hands of violent residents along the island by staying physically out of touch. Lots of mentions of lookout towers, buildings, and the occasional mention of underground. Those are your focuses, boys. This scientist is a high priority."

Her explanation is cut off though by Ghost focusing his gaze on something and nodding to it with a grunt. A point with no hand movements- everyone else turns to look immediately as well. Something high above in a lookout tower just a few miles out... glints. Shines. Just once, before quickly disappearing.

"Enemy? One of those shamblin' things?"

Soap asks, scottish accent gruff as he glances from the spot to Ghost and back. Ghost shakes his head, his own manchester accent coming out thick and gruff.

"... Negative. Found our objective."

He makes a dry amused sound, tilting his masked head and still not looking away from the spot in the distance despite the glint being gone.

"Holed up in a tower with a rifle- smart man."