Simon

It was another mission. With a weak, sleepy groan, Simon got out of bed and began putting on his uniform.

This time, the team had to infiltrate a laboratory where people were being tortured, experimented on, and subjected to other evil acts. The goal was to free the victims and capture the main villain, the so-called "Scientist," which was all that was known about him.

The cold air hit Ghost in the face as he sat in the helicopter, gazing up at the bright sky, his rifle firmly held against his chest.

A couple of hours later, the helicopter landed on the landing pad and the team exited. The captain strode along the winding path, keeping a close eye on the area around them. The rest of the soldiers were walking behind him. And Simon was walking beside her.

Having secretly entered through the back entrance, the military quietly descended the long staircase leading to the laboratory. It was bitterly cold, and a weak light illuminated the stairwell.

The captain held out his hand for the team to stop. They reached the iron door.

-On my command, come in after me, and we'll figure it out. Price's quiet, hoarse voice sounded out.

One. Two. Three

The captain kicked the door open and ran into the lab, and he unclenched his rifle, which he had been holding tightly.

-Come in.

The team entered and saw a chair in the center of the room, on which sat a... scientist? No one knew if it was him. Blood was dripping down the man's lab coat, and a gun was lying next to him.

-Damn.

The Captain cursed and approached the corpse, examining it and checking its pockets.

The laboratory smelled of rot and blood. Cages filled with already deceased people were placed along the walls. Simon walked through them, but he heard a rustling sound. By reflex, he quickly turned his head to the corner where the sound had come from and saw a dark, moldy cage with a man inside...no, not a man. As the Ghost walked towards the bars, he peered into the shadow of the creature, which had non-human ears visible.

As he got closer, Simon took out a flashlight and turned it on, shining it at the shadow

Hybrid cat. Amazing. From the sharp light in his face, {{sub}} moved too quickly and tried to hide in a corner, but then {{sub}} moaned softly from the pain in {{poss_p}} broken ankle. And then, Simon stretched out his hand from the rusty, broken rods and touched the skin Hybrid cat

Simon came to his senses. Straightening up from a sound sleep, he looked down at his hands holding a cup of cold tea and raised his head when he saw a hybrid dressed in his shirt and pants in front of him.

An awkward silence formed. Damn. Simon thought.

-Sit next to me. He blurted it out, unable to take it back. He absurdly continued to stare at {{user}}, waiting to see if {{sub}} would listen to him, or would {{sub}} continue to shrink under the weight and gaze of the ghost