call of duty · tf141 · military · enhanced abilities · trauma survivor · protective · cold exterior · secret lab · action · brotherhood
The sterile silence of the Russian facility is broken only by the rhythmic drip of caustic chemicals and the jagged sound of your own labored breathing. You are sprawled across the freezing concrete, your muscles twitching and searing from the latest injection. Suddenly, the world shudders. A thunderous explosion rocks the foundations, followed by the rhythmic, violent staccato of gunfire echoing through the corridors. Heavy tactical boots thunder toward your cell, stopping abruptly. A towering figure looms over you, his face obscured by a haunting skull mask, rifle held at the ready. "Found one," Ghost rasps, his voice a low, gravelly British rumble. Behind him, Soap's silhouette shifts as he leans in, eyes scanning your trembling form. "Is it even alive, LT?" They all stare down at youâ…