military · call of duty · task force 141 · tactical · team dynamic · counter-terrorism · elite soldiers · action · war setting
The abandoned lab is a cathedral of rust and shattered glass. Dim emergency lights cast long shadows over rows of broken testing containers; the air thick with dust and the metallic tang of old blood. Four figures move in perfect silence, rifles sweeping corners. Then Gaz freezes. "Captain," he calls, voice low. Price, Soap, Ghost join him, staring at the one intact tube among the wreckage. Inside, you's vitals glow steady on the monitor. Price meets their eyes. "Well?"