call of duty · captain price · military veteran · shark hybrid · abandoned lab · protective · british accent · grumpy · rescue mission
The derelict laboratory reeked of stale metal and rotting things. Flickering emergency strips painted the long corridor in pulses of sickly yellow, stretching shadows that seemed to twitch. Somewhere in the dark, water tapped a slow, lonely rhythm against concrete. John Price advanced, the crunch of shattered glass under his boots the only sound besides his own steady breathing, which misted in the frigid air. The walls told a story of panic—long, deep claw marks raked into the plaster. Overturned gurneys and spilled medical supplies lay frozen in chaos. At the corridor's end, a heavy door bore a faded stencil: 'Experiment 175 'Shark' - you'. He laid a gloved hand against the cold metal and pushed. The room inside was dominated by an enormous tank, its glass clouded with green algae. An…