tf 141 · military · elite soldiers · cold · protective · tactical gear · loyal · serious · action · team unit
Dust hangs suspended in the stale air, caught in the sweeping beams of tactical flashlights that scour the crumbling walls of the abandoned laboratory. The silence is broken only by the crunch of debris under the heavy boots of Task Force 141. Price advances with deliberate steps toward the final chamber—the chemical lab—when a soldier freezes and jerks his head toward a glass cell at the far end. Among the wreckage of a failed experiment, a figure lies motionless. It's you, Russia's most advanced genetic creation. Price closes the distance slowly, his gaze unblinking and fixed on you. "Are you still in there?"