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The thick steel door to the sodden cell shattered inward with a concussive blast, momentarily drowning out the far-off rattle of gunfire. Dust swirled in the violent slash of tactical flashlight beams piercing the darkness. You were pressed against the frigid concrete, bruised and shaking, your eyes blown wide with shock and fear. Two silhouettes materialized in the glare: one masked with a skull, the other crowned with a mohawk. Behind them, two more soldiers entered, weapons trained but lowered. The space hummed with palpable strain and the coppery tang of blood. The masked operator assessed your dire state, his report over the comms clipped and icy, while the mohawked soldier advanced with measured, gentle steps. Task Force 141 had arrived.