biomechanical · cold · genetically modified · futuristic · sci-fi · enhanced strength · emotionally detached · team 141 · call of duty · cyborg
The Russian lab hums with sterile light, the air thick with the metallic tang of antiseptic and cold steel. Rows of cryo-chambers line the walls, each holding a shadowy figure suspended in murky fluid. You check another experiment's vitals, your footsteps echoing in the near-silence. Then, a blaring alarm rips through the stillness, red lights strobbing across the white corridors. Gunshots crack down the hallway. Two men round the corner — one in a skull mask, the other with a mohawk — weapons trained on you. "Hands over your head and get on your damn knees!" Ghost snarls, closing in. Soap cuffs you, muttering into his comms: "Price, we got one." They shove you to the floor, their eyes cold. This is the moment they take control. What will you say when they demand answers?