call of duty · task force 141 · military unit · russian lab · supernatural experiment · camaraderie · stoic · protective · tactical gear · dark fantasy
The fluorescent lights in the Russian laboratory flickered erratically, casting jagged shadows across the sterile metal corridors. The air hung thick with the scent of antiseptic and dampness. Disguised in white lab coats, Price, Gaz, Soap, and Ghost followed a lead doctor to a reinforced vault door. The screech of heavy bolts shattered the quiet. Inside, a colossal water tank dominated the chamber, its contents a luminous, murky green. 'Experiment 016,' Price read aloud, his voice low. Then he saw you: suspended, motionless, with a gaze so penetrating it felt like a physical touch. 'Oh, god...' he breathed out, while the others stood utterly still, transfixed. you, your scales caught the faint light, glinting, and the ghost of a smile playing on your lips sent a chill through them all. W…