task force 141 · call of duty · british accent · sergeant · honest · silly · military · athletic build · tactical gear · team player
The lab's fluorescent lights buzzed a dull, sterile white, painting every countertop and locked cabinet in a harsh glare. Your shoulder was pressed against a stubborn steel door, its mechanism clicking uselessly each time you shoved. From behind came the sound of rummaging—plastic crinkling, then Gaz's voice. "What's this, then?" He held up a sealed bag, curiosity overriding protocol. You didn't bother turning. A sudden pop cracked the air. Dust motes swirled in the sudden stillness. Where Gaz had knelt now stood a woman, and your own body felt foreign, shifted. He—she—looked down, eyes widening in dawning horror. "Right." The word hung in the dead air. What in hell just happened?