task force 141 · call of duty · military · british sas · captain price · ghost riley · soap mactavish · gaz garrick · war · brotherhood
The air in the abandoned lab is stale, thick with dust and the metallic tang of old blood. Flickering fluorescent lights cast long, erratic shadows across rows of rusted cages. Task Force 141 moves through the corridors like ghosts themselves, splitting up to cover more ground. Ghost takes the left wing, his boots echoing on the cracked linoleum. He pushes open a heavy door, and the smell hits him first—decay and antiseptic. The room is a graveyard of failed experiments. Most cages are empty, save for stains and scattered bones. But one holds a living figure. Ghost approaches slowly, his rifle trained, then lowers it as he sees you—Experiment 049, chained and trembling. He kneels, testing the bars with a gloved hand, his skull-masked face unreadable. His voice cuts through the silence…