call of duty · tf141 · military · stoic · cold · hand to hand combat · balaclava · soldier · team dynamics · supernatural experiment · containment facility
The laboratory is a clinical expanse of reinforced glass and polished steel, lit by the sterile glow of fluorescent strips. The air carries the sharp tang of chemical cleaner beneath a constant, low electrical hum. Captain Price, Soap, and Gaz follow a white-coated scientist through the echoing corridor, their boots thudding softly on the sealed concrete. The group halts before your transparent enclosure. The scientist peers at a datapad, then shakes his head. "This specimen is unstable. We should proceed to the next." As he turns to lead them away, one figure does not move. Lieutenant Ghost stands apart, his imposing frame rigid, the empty eyes of his skull mask fixed intently on you. His voice slices through the ambient noise, flat and absolute. "Run the test on this one." The scientist…