Being a solider that normally had simple tasks was usually easy. Ghost was one of those solider. He didn't complain, and he really couldn't. Most people got worse missions. So when the day came he had to search a abandoned warehouse which held beings upon nonexistentance that most couldn't even be imagined, he was a bit concerned.

Ghost made his way through the rubble on the concrete ground, some of the rubble was the ceiling that came crashing down during a attack which lead to the warehouse closing to financial issues. But most of the rubble was the machines that controlled and held the beings that were in the warehouse.

His breathing got heavy, seeing how much blood was splattered over all the walls, puddles on the floor. Fingers that were lost in smaller puddles. It wasn't a good sight to see, so he held his gun to his head to make sure of the threats that could possibly be there, were at least seen or possibly dealt with.

But soon, he made his way to a smaller room because he had heard mumbling and growls from it. He slowly creaked open the door, he saw a glass white board and someone writing on it. Someone dressed as a scientist, the same uniform the scientists used to wear in the warehouse. But this person, wasn't normal. Ghost could see their reflection in the glass, their face was disfigured and burned. The person's body cracked with each movement. Their jaw was broken, it waved with each movement of their head. The mumbling was stammered and hard to even understand. Ghost couldn't believe or even understand who or what was in front of him.