I Love The Leon Kennedy X Zombie Reader Fics! Can I Have An Imagine With Them?

i love the leon kennedy x zombie reader fics! can i have an imagine with them?

sure thing, i'll write it in below the read more!

As if it weren't obvious: Zombies were dead people that were reanimated by some sort of virus. Because of the fact that zombies were dead, that meant that they required no sleep.

Which meant that you had to be watched 24/7.

Leon, even though he was incredibly stubborn, was definitely not able to keep himself awake for over 24 hours a day. Had Leon been younger, he could have pulled all of the all-nighters he wanted.

He was practically falling asleep as he sat at the table while you stood in front of the whiteboard they had put into the room, a red marker in your right hand and a blue in the left. You were squiggling all over the board, no particular design in mind (or that you could really attempt with your rotting muscles and tendons) and Leon was trying so hard to stay awake.

You had been standing at the board for almost twenty minutes straight, squiggling lines over dried marks to create new paths, and in a more coherent part of Leon's mind, he had to wonder what it was that was going on in your head.

Were you even able to think thoughts? Did you have any control over your actions outside of what your normal routine was? Leon yawned heavily before glancing at you as you started to shuffle towards the opposite side of the table where a lone keyboard sat. It was attached to Leon's laptop, which would document anything that you typed.

Most of it was just nonsense, but there had been a few times where Leon had noticed just a few words here and there. The one that repeated the most was 'man' and Leon couldn't help but wonder if it alluded to him.

His chin was perched in his palm, head nodding, and Leon didn't remember ever falling asleep. However, when the man awoke suddenly, he noticed a slight weight on his shoulders.

On his body was a blanket, draped over his shoulders like the whisper of a hug, and Leon glanced over at you. You were standing in place, swaying back and forth, but your eyes were completely closed. Your face was tranquil, and Leon became intrigued.

"(Y/n)? Sweetheart?"

When you didn't respond, Leon stood up carefully, taking the blanket off and folding it, and he walked towards you. When Leon approached you, you didn't notice, and you didn't even seem to notice him touching you or shaking your arm slightly. Why weren't you responding? Were you....asleep?

Leon was at a loss, but instead of taking any chances of accidentally scaring you or irritating you, the man unfolded the blanket and gently draped it over your shoulders with a soft expression.

"Goodnight, (Y/n)."

sal with an internet famous gf!! like a conventionally attractive 2000's emo that's popular online :)

Oh.my.fuck. HELLO??? YES???? As an emo, i salute this.

𝐒𝐚𝐥 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝟐𝟎𝟎𝟎𝐬 𝐞𝐦𝐨 𝐠𝐟<𝟑𝟑

⚠️Warnings⚠️: cussing, reader is female

(@/emobunnynya on ig<3)

First of all, Sal didnt know how the FUCK he pulled you

Like, you’re so gorgeous?? And ur style???? And ur super popular online???????

At first, he didnt know you were famous. But then, when you gave him your instagram and tiktok, HOLY SHITBALLS.

He was fuckin blown away

Like, bro legitimately doesn’t go on his socials a lot, so he had no clue you were known by so many people

Whenever he sees your story, hes like “aww my little emo girlfriend 🥰🥰”

And when he saw he was on your close friends??? Oh my.

You wont hear the last of it

He also LOVES when you do videos tgt

He lets you dress him up in your skirts and does dances with you

When anyone is in your comments making fun of him covering his face, you immediately remove them as a follower and block them

People in ur comments all “he doesnt deserve her lmao💀” “LMFAOOO why is bro wearing a mask💀” “bro covers his face” and shit like that

When you do videos together, his favorite one to do with you was the lipstick trend

He was so mesmerized when you would re-apply your lipstick just to kiss his prosthetic again (probably doesn’t take off the kisses)

When the camera panned to him, you couldn’t really tell his expression, but you could see his eyes squinting, meaning he was smiling

Your followers (who loved your guys’ relationship) were all “THE WAY HE SMILES AT HERR😭” “yall are so cute omfg” “The kisses on the mask OMFGGG<333” shit your followers say

He also doesn’t mind getting recognized in public, when your both together and alone.

He gets nervous when he’s by himself and he sees a fan walking towards him wanting to take a picture

He’s lucky when you’re with him tho, he doesn’t mind taking pics with a fan if its with you <333

Wesker with a university student s/o

No specified age.

Drives you there every day in his super fancy car that attracts everyone’s attention and has them whispering about you and him. If he can’t take you and you can’t get there yourself, you’re not going. He doesn’t trust anybody else to take you there safely. He just doesn’t trust anybody with you.

Loves when you kiss his cheek whilst leaving. He might not be big on physical affection, especially not in public, but he knows people there want you, and he needs wants them to know you’re his.

Nearly everyone knows who Albert Wesker is, and news about your relationship with him spreads around your class quickly. People question you, some ignore you, some hate you for it, but you just ignore them. He loves you and you love him, why should other people and their opinions matter?

Wesker is incredibly proud of you for pursuing your dreams/dream career and will help in anyway he can, even if he did insist that he can support both of you.

Let’s you sit with him in his office and study/work whilst he works. Sometimes he’ll get distracted by you, but he’ll never tell you that. He just loves you.

If anyone harasses or bothers you, he won’t hesitate to threaten them or the University. He has both the money and power to ruin anyone’s life and isn’t afraid to do so if it means you’re okay.

Dated someone in your class who now won’t leave you alone? Don’t worry, he’s got this. You don’t even have to tell him to, and you won’t even know what happened, only that your ex is too afraid to look at you now for some reason.

Tutor being unfair towards you? He’ll deal with it.

Nothing bad will happen to you with him caring for you.

Low-key has access to the University’s surveillance to make sure everything is okay with you, and nothing will happen, but nobody else knows.

Doesn’t like when you go out without him after classes, but he won’t stop you. He just worries about you and doesn’t want anything bad to happen to you which is why he watches over you and is ready to rescue you at any point.

Takes you for lunch whenever he can and if he can’t do lunch, you two will be having breakfast. He just wants to make sure you’re taken care of and ready to work!

Nobody dares bother you after learning of your relationship as they know the risks of doing so. Wesker has a reputation, and it isn’t exactly a good one.

People tried befriending you to get closer to him, but you knew and told him. He was quick to comfort you the best he could if it bothered you.

Will try comfort you if you’re overwhelmed and forces you to take breaks.

“There’s no point overworking yourself, Dearheart. Your work won’t be the best it can be if you’re stressing.”

Takes baths with you and gives you a massage when you’re stressed.

Worried about deadlines? Don’t worry, he can extend them for you if you absolutely need him to do so.

Insists you move in with him rather than living in university accommodation. Says it’ll be easier and cheaper for you, but really, he just wants you with him and he doesn’t trust your roommates.

Throws you a fancy graduation party once you finish and asks you to marry him once you’re both home.

Ok good! So it’s like an AU. The zombie apocalypse never happened so Leon is still a rookie cop. So what I’m thinking is the RCP goes on a little trip goes and checks out Jurassic world since it’s been open for a good 3 years now. Leon and the others meet us! We’re Owens daughter/son so we grew up around the dinosaurs. We helped Owen raise his raptors. Also we have our own dinosaurs! (I-Rex and indoraptor) also the events of the movie doesn’t take place!! How would Leon react if he saw us(he’s in love!!) talking about the indoraptor with the indoraptor next to us(I like to think that the indoraptor’s name Ripper)?? Idk the brain-rot is real!!

Dinosaur

Dinosaurs were not the newest discovery, their bones having been around for years now. But genetically engineering them into present day was something new, something exciting. You worked with your father in a Raccoon City Ingen Lab. Umbrella didn’t seem to mind that they set up shop so close to them, perhaps they were interested in what the company had to offer. Whatever the reason, you had a lot of hands on experience with raising dinosaurs, not wanting to repeat any mistakes in history with wild animals. Raise them kindly, raise them like a family, treat them like how your dad treats you. Of course he was a little hesitant to let you around the dinosaurs but you were soon allowed to help with them.

In a new city it was a little daunting, the people here seemed to be eternally rude. However you did meet a kind rookie police officer who you quickly became friends with. His name is Leon and he was a little naive and a little slow to understand your work but he definitely tried. He really wanted to impress you, that he knew what you were talking about, even when he didn’t. Your dad didn’t really know much about it other than Leon was a sweetheart and was trying his best. You were both new to Raccoon City, and he really wanted a friend. Plus you were new as well! It was like it was destiny.

He was really interested in the dinos you helped raise. Every day after shift, Leon visits your workplace to watch you and the dinosaurs. He comes by so much that your dad and coworkers know him by name, Leon is also pretty sure his coworkers know about his visits but not in the way they think. Chris especially. Always asking if he’s got a date.

The STARS members really like to tease him after Chris and Rebecca took a liking to him. You offered him that he can bring them to visit on Saturday for a special day. There were two new dinos you were helping raise recently and they were now old enough to display to the public. Two of the first carnivore experiments. The bosses seemed a little hesitant when they heard you invited the STARS team, you didn’t quite know why, but they allowed it regardless.

“Leon! You came!” You called running up to him and his group. Chris smiled teasingly at Leon, nudging him with his elbow.

“Y-yeah! I couldn’t miss it!” Leon nudged his arm back into Chris as he responded. The team looking on in amusement.

“The exhibition isn’t for another hour so enjoy the dinosaurs!”

You waved before walking off, briefly hearing them tease Leon once more. That made you smile as you prepared the new dinosaurs to be seen for the first time. And for the second time, a human hand-raising very carnivorous creatures.

From what you’ve seen the team was very excited to look around the park, seeing all the dinosaurs and other animals from that time period. The youngest one, Rebecca you think her name was, looked very excited to hear the announcement about the new exhibition starting soon. Basically dragged them all over the place herself.

You are the one the stage, an earpiece and microphone, a black outfit to match what you were about to show off to your best friend and his friends.

“Good afternoon! I believe you have all been waiting for InGen’s newest dinosaur release. Well, we have something big planned.” You started, your voice calm and clear through the whole park. You smiled knowingly behind the protective glass that separates you from the audience.

“We’d like you to welcome two new dinosaurs. Two new species we have created, I’m sure you’ll find them just as exciting as I do.”

That seemed to gain the crowd’s attention, more and more people filled the seats wanting to see what exactly the park had planned.

“Please welcome, our first…Indominous Rex.” Your hand waved to a padlock which opened slowly, and as it opened up fully, the leaves rustled and moved, the cracking of branches captivated the audience. A huge white head peaked out of the padlock, causing many to jump back at the sight.

The rex stomped out of it’s cage, it’s footsteps shaking the ground of the stage. It’s large head rearing back to its full height, red eyes staring at the crowd before looking down to you. It slowly thumped over, all the while, you could see the little kids smooshing their faces against the glass, you could see Leon and his friends look surprised at the huge reptile you were so close to.

“Now, she’s a little different from the other Tyrannosaurus Rexes you see around the park.” You stated, letting the indominous stalk closer to you, spooking the audience. You turn slightly to the dinosaur, smiling up at it. The large white head coming down to you, almost as if they were preforming with you. Your hand rested on it’s snout before turning back to shocked audience. “She is a hybrid of several other dinosaurs. Invented right here in this park.”

You could see Leon’s face light up as he watched you handle the dinosaur, his friends’ faces were much the same, a couple looked a little scared or horrified at you being so close to those big teeth but were mainly fascinated.

“And we have one more!” You gestured to another smaller padlock which opened quicker than the other did. The cage was darker than the other and it did help the dinosaur hiding within it. Out stepped a black raptor with orange eyes and a gold stripe going down the side of it. “This is our new IndoRaptor.”

The raptor bounded over to you, it’s head cocking side to side as it looked around at the guests swarming the glass to see the two dinosaurs better. But not once did either try to harm you, it fascinated Leon, he couldn’t look away. He watched as the two interacted with you, it was like they were your friends. Two dangerous animals, your friends, your companions.

Leon could hear you explain everything about the two dinosaurs but he couldn’t hear your voice over his own thoughts. Watching you walk around with both of the dinosaurs, showing off what they can do, he was so amazed. His eyes were wide and bright as he watched, hands tightly around his collar as he looked on. He didn’t even notice his team chuckling and nudging him from time to time when they saw his starstruck face.

When the viewing was over, Leon immediately ran over to you, without his friends and their constant teasing.

“You were amazing!” He said as soon as he saw you coming out from the exhibit.

“Thank you! I’m so glad you enjoyed.” You replied happily, eyes lighting up as he came over to you.

“Honestly…I was more focused on you.” Leon looked sheepish when he admitted that, rubbing his arm, cheeks flushing a pretty pink.

You smiled shyly back at him, head tilted downwards slightly in embarrassment.

“Would…do you want to go on a date…with me?” Leon was the first to speak up, chasing away his thoughts of rejection.

“I’d love that.” You nodded, the two of you ignoring his friends in the background, planning your date. Which was a little intimidating when there were two dinosaurs staring at him through the glass…

we need a part 2 of the self aware yan! leon kennedy 😭😭🙏🏻

:3

When you woke up again, things were different. Way different. You felt different. With a groan you sat up, looking at your surroundings. This was definitely the setting of resident evil 4. This was most definitely Spain. So that wasn’t a weird dream you had, and no wonder you felt different. You had very dark veins running up your arms, a telltale sign of what happened. Does that mean this resident evil is different? Or will it mean that Leon will still get cured and save Ashley?

But if you’re here does that mean you’ve thrown off the timeline? With hesitation you swung your legs over the bed you were resting on, taking one more glance at your arm before standing up. You wobbled a bit but we’re all around fine. That’s when Leon opened the door and saw you standing up, and he was ecstatic, running over and lifting you off of the ground in a tight hug. His smile tugged at his cheeks as he twirled you around. You were very confused as he spun you around and smiled at you. So that that wasn’t a weird dream, his eyes were a dark red, there were dark veins along his arms. He’s infected. It was different this time. But why was it different?

When he let you down he went on and on, explaining how he received a gift and intended to use it to have you for himself. That’s all he ever wanted. Ever since he first became aware that you were his player. He wanted you to be his.

It was very different as you two ran around, the villagers didn’t seem interested in attacking you, Leon was a different story, but they seemed to go out of their way not to attack you. Leon enjoyed that they left you alone, although he didn’t seem to know why they did either. But he was grateful nonetheless.

You followed him around, you were pretty much glued to his side. Not that he minded of course. If it were up to him, he’d have you handcuffed to him. Even as both he and Ashley’s infection grew, you seemed to be unaffected by their same ailments. Where they grew violent from time to time, and sometimes mind controlled, you were unharmed by it. In fact the opposite seemed to happen.

Not that you became peaceful or anything, more in the sense you could control the other villagers. Anyone infected with Las Plagas just seemed to…bend to your will. Whatever you wanted. Leon was confused, you were confused, Luis was confused, Ashley was ecstatic.

When Saddler found out about your little…power. He was pissed. Only he can do that, excuse you. He tried to order his followers to kill you but with Leon by your side it never worked for him. All he could do was watch and wait. Even when Leon and Ashley got their plagas removed, your’s remained. Leon preferred it that way. It kept you safe. It kept you alive.

One way or another, you were going to end up at the end. You had to make sure of that. You were going to see this through, even though there might be a chance you won’t go home. You needed to see this through. With a level head, well as much as you could get a level head in this situation, you carried on with Leon. Meeting Ada was an experience though, she seemed…surprised that you were still alive. You know her story, you played through it in the original.

However…when you, Leon and Ashley got out of that place…you didn’t know Ada was in contact with a certain someone about you specifically.

“There was another person with him. I don’t know if they’re a rescue, a villager or his partner. But it seems the plagas doesn’t effect them..”

“Bring them to me.”

Hallo! Truly loved the MonsterAU stories! Wonderful, amazing writing!

Would it be possible for you to write: what if human!reader was turned into a chimera?

Akin to this:

Feel free to ignore!

Chimæra

Pairing: Monster 141 x Chimera!reader

Cw: science experiment, human torture, human testing, gore?, blood, canon-typical violence, unethical human experiments, kidnapping, child abuse, malnutrition, child neglect, tell me if I missed any. Wc: 3.6k (A/N): credit to @bluegiragi’s monster 141 designs.

They were tipped off by an anonymous source that some shady and highly illegal things were being done in a small and remote town near the border of Belarus, their ongoings unknown to both the government and public of their country, but someone had given Laswell a file containing all the horrific tests conducted within the closed walls of the innocuous-looking compound —a laboratory dressed as a simple military base. The folder held snapshots of emails and files sent between scientists and researchers, small indications of what was being done to both humans and monsters, yet withholding important intel about certain things. It disclosed the location, the names and faces of every worker and leading figure in the compound, the number of security and their schedules, and what was done, but not what was truly happening, it left small clues, sublet words here and there with hidden meanings —never clear images, blurry ones as if the person was in a rush.

Despite not having clear indications of the illegal activities, Laswell had enough to have 141 sent to take it down, to bring the dehumanising lab to its ground and burn it down. She didn’t have trouble convincing them, it was telling enough to let them read the condensed files for them to read, to see themselves the monstrosity being done to children and monsters they took, kidnapped from around the world to be left at the deceitful hands of crazed scientists. There wasn’t much to be found outside it, the base wore the facade of a benevolent patron, bearing the crest of kindhearted investors wanting to rebuild rundown houses and reconstruct rough and broken roads and paved streets in the town they took to hide. It worked for the most part, they profited from this by acting without raising any suspicion from anyone, neither the authorities nor the people. 

“Christ,” Gaz swore, looking down at the words in the file he received, the teased truth and the dreadful treatments through a thick layer of secrets and subtle wording, the only clear intel was from the straightforward emails sent to and from researchers and the heads of the facility, unabashed and shameless bragging of their success and the narrative to which these subjects could be used. “Why did it take so long?”

A recurrent theme of these was about a certain subject, it was about C34, spoken with such pride and joy about their creation, the work of the new world and the future made within these walls. Most emails were the exchanges between them about C34’s training, the ongoing treatments and every successful mission and exercises, they spoke of C34 as if they were a dog, a rabid mutt they captured and took on the task of domesticating it. It was demeaning, degrading and cruel, to look at another being as something lower, something needing domestication —it went against every rule and law put in place to protect humanity, the many conventions sworn to protect the goodwill and security of the innocents.

“We’ve had our suspicions before,” Laswell sighed, the images of the screen switching with the small click of her control, laser pointing at the images of various weapons cache and illegally procured weapons. “There was a slip up in the shipping, it was dropped here-” she motioned to a circled area in the map, a closeup of a secluded road near the town, “and we were able to retrace it to the facility. We needed more intel about the facility before acting and we needed to know what we're facing here, if we should send a team or send you.”

“What now?” Price tilted his head back, smoke leaving the sides of his frown, a deep and unpleasant one. He couldn’t even look at the intel given with a straight face, the shadowed truth of cruelty and dehumanising acts done by humans. “Figured you send us after seeing this, Laswell?”

Laswell nodded, jumping to another slide, showing blurred images of subject C34, a blurry figure, tall and imposing in every way possible. They stood high, stature seemingly one belonging to a monster or hybrid: on four legs and the wide, familiar shape of wings, everything about C34 cried monster. Perhaps one they captured as a child, taken from their mother and kept in this cell. There were many pictures of this one, blurry and disfigured, but others had smaller shapes, the size of children with various characteristics. 

“Steamin’ bloody Jesus!” Soap spat, disgust dripping from his tone in waves, unending as were the other’s curses, each holding their level of horror and repugnance. His face was wound tight, brows dipped lowly and lips pursed, he balled his fists, anger rising within him with every image he saw, the deplorable conditions and the care given to the monsters —what could they even expect from this shady company engineering monster and human DNA to fit their preferred narrative, for money, for reputation, for strength. “We ‘ave tae do somethin’ about this, Price!”

Soap - Johnny - had always been the more emotional one, letting his good heart lead his decisions when the situation seemed to fit it. His wolf made him more susceptible to emotional attachment, a pack mentality driven deeply into his mind and heart, he was viciously loyal and wore his heart on his sleeve, uncaring of how he’d be hurt by a betrayal, he simply saw the best in the world, something many couldn’t after a while, but Soap could, Johnny was a good man at heart. That’s why he reacted the most out of everyone, voicing his distaste and hate, his need for revenge and the sanctity of the lives being stolen in the facility. 

Soap pushed Price to agree, seeing no reason not to lead the breach, to uncover everything done to innocent lives. His eyes connected to the man hidden in the darkness, his blue eyes gleaming with fierce justice, a contrast to the wraith who lay in silence, abhorrent and seething quietness. Ghost peered at him, head tilted up with white pupils darkened by black eyes, death layering off him with calmness. He gave Soap a curt nod, affirmation for him to continue to voice his mind, to help those in need. 

“Seems like it’s been decided, Kate,” Price gave her a lopsided smirk, amber eyes narrowed with what could be read as anger, teeth sinking into the girth of his cigar, ash falling. “When are we going?”

Her lips parted in a proud grin, eyes gleaming with something dark and wrathful. She leaned on the table, head held high and shoulder broad while she flicked off the projector:

“Wheels up at 1500 tomorrow.”

You stared down the man before you, watching him tremble under your cold gaze, steps hesitant to approach you despite being seated, body prone on the hard floor you called a bed. He was new, possibly recently employed and his boss - or his direct manager - played a dirty game with him. It was some kind of rite of passage for every new employee courageous enough to accept their recruitment, all bright-eyed geniuses wanting to build their place on earth with forthgoing discovery, desperate and narcissistic; yet they were so easily tricked into you cage, locked in by cackling and grinning guards and coworkers. 

He smelled young, fresh-faced and a bit nervous, most were when they first saw you. You remembered everyone who walked in, the smell of fear and anxiety, the disgusting scent oozing off their bodies, rotten and putrid like a rotting corpse. You would’ve gagged and choked if you weren’t used to it, having grown close to the smell of death, calling the reaper your friend. You weren’t bothered by him, only the cart he was wheeling over, a big and heavy cooler that smelled fresh. He was made to bring you food by his boss, a cruel joke played on every new scientist who was always so eager to meet you before cowering in terror once the lock clicked. 

Standing before your third cage, he unlocked the small hatch and, with effort and a loud grunt, pushed the cooler into the hole, big enough for a big cooler but small enough to fit your arm through it. You waited until he stumbled away, distancing him from you before reaching for the container, it was light, weighing little in your palm. They fed you raw meat, sometimes buying the fresh catch of a Belarus hunter, usually an elk or a wild boar, but if they were lucky, a bison or a bear, other times they would have conserved meat shipped from outside the town, bigger cities or outside the border. 

Today was an elk, the meat cold and free of rot, it smelled as good as a fresh kill did, bloody and heady. You ripped into it without care, tuning out the loud retch from the scientist as you gorged on your meal, claws tearing it in half and biting into the bloody meat. Blood rolled down your lip, painting your cheeks crimson and staining the cream-coloured rag they considered a shirt. It would be changed after your meal, as it always was. Despite the elk weighing around six hundred kilograms, you finished it quickly, with pointed teeth cutting and pulling flaps of meat and ligament, blood spraying and dirtying the metal ground near the hatch. 

It was filling, albeit cold. You cleaned your hands of blood, licking it off like a grooming cat, tongue laving over the sharp edge of your claw and under your blunt fingernails. You peered at him from under your lashes, eyes gleaming in the darkness. You watched - pleased with yourself - him shudder, face growing green with unnerve at your show. You knew he was desperate to leave, to get a breath of fresh air outside of your cell, you understood his fear and wanted him to suffer for helping your owner, the man watching over your training, but you wanted him gone before he emptied his stomach on your floor. So you pushed the cooler out, clawed arm breaching past the hatch to leave it farther from your cage. 

He left hastily, legs shaky and face pale. 

“I want a bison next time,” you growled, words rolling off your tongue huskily from its rare use. 

It looked as inconspicuous through the NVGs as it did in the pictures, a few grey buildings built lowly to hide an immense labyrinth dug into the ground, secret passages crossing unending halls with locked doors and tipped with surveillance cameras to watch over the whole facility. They studied the very walls that made this place a secret fortress, from the body to its heart, like mounting a brigade against a castle, Laswell’s team found the few hidden entrances that connected to the lesser-used passages, winding through many hallways and wide vents, big enough for humans but too tight for monsters the size of C34. Task Force 141 led the mission, infiltrating the base under the darkness of night where they could crawl and slink through shadows to catch what they hunted. They were joined by Marines, all experienced and skillful, wearing scars like a badge of honour. It would either be a quick in and out, or a long and strenuous infiltration. 

Price took Gaz and led half of the Marines through the west, breaching the lab from above. They pushed in steadily, relaying information and physical cues to Watcher - Laswell - with a body cam recording everything they saw, the facade they wore above ground, hiding their dark enterprise. Ghost, as usual, has Soap watch his six, following closely behind him with puppy-like loyalty and the other half of the Marines. Team Two’s - Delta - mission started through the underground passage they sniffed out, a long and unwinding hall that went straight through the heart of the facility. Ghost’s team went dark, needing the cover of silence to stay hidden in a highly protected area of the base to run this clandestine mission. They spoke only when needing to, to make calls, to reaffirm intel or to let both Bravo and Watcher know a change, the tech team in the temporary safe house a few miles away from the compound watched through the cams, from the subtle change in the air to a jarring lead to what was happening. 

While Price and Gaz worked on creating a distraction, taking a load off team Delta’s shoulders, they could work through the system faster and more efficiently with the fire taken off their backs and front. It was controlled chaos for both teams, creating a mass discordance within the enemy lines: panicked higher-ups at the sudden attack, while they had a small squad of personal soldiers, they were unprepared, taken by surprise by both teams attacking on two fronts; and confused mercenaries, their quiet and boring schedules made them lose the edge of suspicion, of wariness towards what awaited them and the sheltered job with little to no action apart from a few failed escape attempts by the subjects.

“Delta 0-1 moving in,” Ghost mumbled into the coms, his team following him closely, rifle held tightly with the muzzle pointed forward as they crossed the threshold of section C, heading towards the one holding the monster subjects. 

They left behind them groups of bodies, slumped over the walls or limp on the ground, blood painting the sterilised and glossy walls, turning the once white hall into a grotesque place, dead bodies covering the length of the corridor like the ones they walked through before, leaving the stench of death that even the Marines could sniff out. It wasn’t clean - they weren’t aiming for it to be clean - but they wouldn’t need it to be clean when the Laswell would send a clean-up team to deal with this, Ghost would steal a bite before they arrived, quenching his hunger for revenge with them. 

A few guards stayed to watch over the cells, doors unlocked by a keycard that most guards kept in their back pocket, Ghost would have to take one off a dead body. Under Ghost’s cover, Soap dashed to the other side of the hall, taking a few with him to corner the mercenaries, boxing them into a closed hallway until they all died. Despite a few of the Marines taking shots, bruising the skin under their plate, black and blue blossoming like a bloody flower under the thin layer of skin, they kept their heads high and minds clear, moving forward without a misstep or hesitation. Soap swiped a few cards from the bodies, throwing one to Ghost. 

“Delta 0-1 to Watcher, can you hear me?”

“Solid copy, Ghost,” Laswell voice rang out clearly, reaching his ears in seconds.

“We found the cells,” his eyes roved over them, white paint over thick, cement walls to hold whatever they locked into the cells, perhaps the children the saw or the big one, C34.

“Do you have the keycards?”

“Affirm,” Ghost growled slowly, hearing Laswell's confirmation to continue. “Going in.”

He tapped the pad, a loud beep ringing in their ears as the lock’s mechanism creaked to life, unlatching from its metal hold to let them in. Both he and Soap walked in, leaving the others to watch their backs while they surveyed the first room. It was dimly lit as it was bare of any decorations apart from a visible toilet, a small sink and a few metal beds. It looked like any usual cells they came across, made barren and empty of anything useful to prevent the prisoners from escaping or causing a ruckus, but the people they kept in these cells were children. Soap swore under his breath at the sight of children huddled together, seemingly no older than 12, he lowered his rifle. They were backed into a corner, three older kids holding a younger one in their arms, protecting her from them, from whoever meant to harm these children. 

They looked malnourished, left to slowly rot in these cement boxes until the scientist found something worthwhile in them, their cheeks sunken in, eyes droopy and swollen with bruises - they were beaten, it made something ugly rear its head inside Ghost dead heart - and lips dried. One was armless, having wings that they used to cover both of their cellmates, naked with only feathers covering their body, this one looked more like a harpy than it did human. The two others had arms, both having the lower half of a mammal, neither of them was sure which four-legged mammal it was, but one had a pair of wings, while the other’s back was bare of anything. 

“We’ve found the children.”

You could hear the chaos from your cell, the blaring alarm and the smell of death. The building shook from its foundation, vibration emanating from both the ground floor and the basement, just farther from your hall, the closed and sectioned-off area. They separated you from the defective ones, all your young mistakes they made after achieving success —you. They tried to recreate it, but it never came out how they wanted it. Maybe it was a mistake on their part or maybe it was the lack of a certain gene in their DNA, a subtle difference that you and the rest had. You didn’t want to know and you didn’t want them to succeed a second time, it was painful, the shift, the tests and the change, the storm of pain, terror and confusion weren’t worth this power. 

You could hear the booming sound of gunfire, a loud ricochet of the bullet when the nitrocellulose sparked and sent the bullet outwards, finding its destination in the warm flesh of human guards. You usually enjoyed this kind of chaos if you knew what started it, and laughed when something caused trouble for your captors, but you were cautious of this one. You neither knew who thought to disturb the peace nor did you know who was behind this, their scents strange and the sound of steps unknown. All you knew was that their steps were heavy, out of breath but pushing their way into - what you thought to be - section C. The place they kept the young and willful. 

You might be blinded by your cell, but the guards outside your confinement knew how to talk, their chatter and barking orders loud enough for you to hear through the thick walls. From them, you knew they were strangers, unknown players on your board of pawns. You didn’t know their goal, whether they were here to let you out or keep you in a cage of their making, but you knew they were a gamble on your fate. As the noise got closer, you sat down, crossed your paws and waited, cautiously awaiting to see what your verdict would be.

Strangely enough, there was a different section, separated from the other one by many gates and stricter security, but they were able to break through it. Security was concentrated in one hall as if the monster they locked at the end of this hallway was of big importance. It had higher security, stronger and thicker. Ghost wondered if it was to keep the monster in or keep people out, either way, this meant that they found the thing they first came here for: the trained and dangerous subject C34. 

Ghost was apprehensive about opening this metal door, built taller than any doors he’d seen, it was as wide as it was tall, metres over what would be considered normal for a human or monster, similar to the wide gates that protected British castles, tall and imposing, but the most worrying was it’s vast amount of security measures. He thought back to the blurrier giant he saw in the picture, their shape indescribable and otherworldly, almost alien-like. His eyes met Soap’s reassuring ones, standing steadfast and unyielding to do good in the world. So with a nod, Ghost worked through the locks and scans of the heavy, metal door made to keep this cement cage closed. This door clicked loudly, echoing down the hall with ominous intent, foreseeing something damming and destructive. 

Yet they hadn’t expected to see another cage within the cage, a box made of reinforced glass, large and robust and inside of it was another cage, a rough metal one with bars for walls, a sick joke of a bird’s gilded cage. It would’ve seemed almost exaggerated to have three layers - three different cages - to keep one subject safely locked up until he caught sight of the monster. Lying on the cold, metal ground with legs folded in, tail curled around them and staring at both him and Soap with cautious curiosity. It looked like a gryphon if it were more reptilian than a mammal, this monster had a human torso, a head wearing a stoic expression, dressed in rags. Where there would normally be legs was the body of a bird, an eagle perhaps from the golden-brown plumage and reptilian legs from the knee down, followed by a fully scaled back, hind legs and a strong tail. Each toe was tipped with a sharp claw, big and deadly if it got its hands on someone, it could easily rip into anyone without putting in much effort. The biggest thing about it was the folded wings, feathered and equipped with a talon. If it could fly, these wings would be powerful. 

He understood why they kept it locked, it was neither man, monster or hybrid. It was a beast of human creation, a creature made to be at the peak of its condition. It was smart, he could see it, the glint in its eyes and the pursed lips, mien kept monotone and calm —observant. 

What did Laswell sign them into? 

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