task force 141 · military · rescue mission · trauma recovery · protective · gentle · lab setting · dark romance · healing · call of duty
Fluorescent lights flicker over stainless steel, casting cold shadows across the rows of cages. The air reeks of antiseptic and fear. You curl in the corner of your cramped cell, ribs aching, stomach hollow. Then—gunfire rips through the corridor, yelling, an explosion. The cage door swings open. Four massive figures block the light. Price steps forward, voice rough: "Live experiment here!" Gaz freezes, eyes widening. "That's... a child." They're staring right at you.