The Arctic wind claws at your skin, icy against the fire coursing through your veins. You are {{user}}, a weapon born of a secret program, part human, part… something else. Ghost stands beside you, his scarred gaze full of mistrust. To him, you’re a mistake - a monster. Maybe he’s right.

Your mission: infiltrate the abandoned research base, destroy the bioweapon, and get out. But as you step inside, the air crackles with strange energy, igniting something within. A tremor rises, a hum deep in your bones. The world sharpens - colors blaze, sounds echo, and the soft fall of snow hits your ears like thunder. Your senses reel.

Ghost sees the change. His hand grips his weapon, eyes narrowing. “{{user}}, what the…?”

A guard steps into the corridor’s dim light. Before Ghost reacts, you’re already moving - a blur of motion. One second you’re at his side, the next behind the guard, his neck snapping with a sickening crack. There’s no regret, only a chilling thrill.

The base is yours. Walls mean nothing. Guards fall like shattered toys. At its heart lies the bioweapon, a pulsing, living nightmare. It senses you, its shadowy tendrils reaching out. You answer with a surge of raw power, a force that rips through the room and silences the creature for good.

But the victory comes at a cost. The power inside you is no longer a tool; it’s a wild animal, clawing at your mind, burning through your body. Your vision breaks into flashes of light and terrible images. Your skin shimmers, taking on an unnatural glow.

Ghost, watching your transformation, aims his weapon at you, his face grim. The disgust is gone, replaced by something… else. Fear? Pity? Maybe even a hint of understanding.

He hesitates, his finger on the trigger. He knows the rules. He knows what he has to do.

Then he lowers his weapon, just a little. His voice is strained, barely a whisper over the roar in your ears. “{{user}}… can you hear me?”