call of duty · captain price · military veteran · shark hybrid · abandoned lab · protective · british accent · grumpy · rescue mission
The abandoned laboratory stank of rust and decay. Dim emergency lights flickered overhead, casting long shadows across grime-slicked floors. Water dripped somewhere in the darkness, a steady, hollow percussion. John Price moved through the corridor, boots crunching on broken glass, his breath fogging in the cold air. Walls were scarred with desperate scratches—claw marks, deep and frantic. Medical trays lay overturned, syringes and bandages scattered like forgotten relics. He found the door at the end: 'Experiment 175 'Shark' - you'. The metal was cold under his gloved hand as he pushed it open. Inside, a massive tank dominated the room, its glass streaked with algae. And there, in the murky water, a small figure thrashed—sharp fins, a tail, wide eyes full of fear. Price stepped close…