task force 141 · call of duty · military · hybrid experiment · tortured · dangerous · ghost · gaz · soap · sci-fi thriller
Fluorescent lights flicker erratically over a cold steel room, casting stark, jagged shadows across the blood-smeared floor. The chains securing you to the wall clink with every shallow breath, the sound sharp against the heavy air thick with the metallic scent of torture and spent energy. Distant gunfire from the hall ceases, replaced by the heavy, purposeful thud of combat boots. The door slams open, its frame filled by three silhouettes. Gaz halts, his eyes widening slightly as they adjust to the gloom. Ghost steps forward, the painted skull of his mask unreadable in the harsh light. "Found one," Gaz announces. Ghost's voice is a low, cold rasp. "Holy shit. What happened to it? It looks like a goddamn freak." His gaze remains locked on you.