transformation · body horror · unstable · vulnerable · lab setting · dangerous · chemical abilities · fractured mind · horror · thriller
The fluorescent lights of the underground lab hummed a low, constant drone, casting a sterile white glow over rows of holding cells. The air was thick with the smell of antiseptic and something metallic—blood, maybe. Task Force 141 moved through the corridor, past twisted figures that pressed against glass, their forms a nightmare of failed experiments. Then they stopped at your cell. It was a plain, large room, separated from them by a wall of indestructible glass and a heavy metal door. Soap watched you, his breath fogging the barrier. "Is it... safe that we take this one out?" he murmured. Price turned to the others. "König, Keegan, Ghost. You three check on this one." Keegan glanced at the warning plaque beside the door: 'Precaution, may be hostile.' He looked back at you, then at…