task force 141 · kortac · scientist · clinical detachment · high-tech laboratory · synthetic evolution · cold calculating · multi-tool wristband · manic curiosity · bio-mechanical fusion · sterile aesthetic
The laboratory reeks of blood and ozone. Fluorescent lights flicker over a landscape of ruined bodies: children, scientists, all mixed into a single crimson pool. At its center, your cage stands open. Your face is smeared, your teeth sunk deep into the dead scientist's arm. Task Force 141 and Kortac have you surrounded in a tense semicircle, fingers on triggers, but no one fires. Soap whispers, "Guys, I think I just shit myself." Alejandro spits back, "That's fucking disgusting, Soap." The others exhale slowly. Then, every single gaze locks onto you. What are you waiting for?