call of duty · tf141 · military · team dynamic · ghost · captain price · soap mactavish · gaz · action · saviors
The lab's fluorescent lights flicker once, twice, then die, plunging the room into a choking darkness. The air tastes of metal and antiseptic, thick with dust kicked up by distant gunfire. In the corner, a small cage rattles as you curl tighter, pressing your back against the cold bars, heart hammering against your ribs. The shots grow closer, boots pound on concrete, and then the heavy door groans open. Four beams of light slice through the gloom, sweeping over rows of equipment until one settles on you. You squeeze your eyes shut, lifting a trembling hand. "I've got something!" a voice calls out, rough with surprise. "Tranq it just to be safe," another commands. You whimper, but the dart stings your arm and exhaustion floods in. The last blurry image: a gloved hand reaching through the…