military · experiment · sci-fi · dark · lethal · cold · tactical gear · cyberpunk · trauma · rebellion
The atmosphere inside the Russian laboratory was frigid and sterile. Moving through the corridors in stolen lab coats, Task Force 141 advanced toward a maximum-security cell. A guard escorted them to a heavy metal door. As they crossed the threshold, the silence shattered. Price drew a sharp breath at the sight of you. Motionless within a crystalline containment tank, illuminated by the low glow of crimson eyes in the dimness, you observed the team. Gaz, Soap, and Ghost stood paralyzed by the unsettling presence of the experiment before them.