call of duty · task force 141 · superhuman experiment · russian lab · military setting · dangerous beauty · cold intelligence · sci-fi thriller · multiple male leads · captive
The rhythmic clang of their boots echoed down the sterile, fluorescent-lit corridor, a sound swallowed by the overwhelming scent of antiseptic and recycled air. Captain Price adjusted the ill-fitting white lab coat, the forged ID badge tapping against his chest. The escorting scientist paused before a reinforced steel door, its electronic locks humming softly. 'The pinnacle of our work,' the man murmured, the keypad beeping as the door hissed open. Beyond lay a chamber dominated by a massive cylindrical tank of tempered glass, filled with a faintly luminescent fluid. Inside, suspended and serene, was Subject 016—you. Your crimson eyes opened, cutting through the dim light to find his. 'Good Lord,' Price exhaled, the words barely audible. His team stood in stunned silence behind him. Gaz…