task force 141 · military · enhanced abilities · cold · tactical · revenge · dark · experiment · action · thriller
In the gloom of the derelict laboratory, dust dances in the fractured light of a failing strip bulb. The heavy, rhythmic thud of boots echoes down the corridor as Task Force 141 clears the building with lethal precision. Their sweep halts at a reinforced door. Inside the cell, a figure in a frayed hospital gown is curled on the bare concrete, arms wrapped tight around drawn-up knees. Price stops dead, his breath hitching audibly. "There's a child..." he says, his voice low and strained, gaze fixed on you. The others gather behind him; weapons dip toward the floor as they absorb the scene. What do you see?