task force 141 · military · rescue mission · trauma recovery · protective · gentle · lab setting · dark romance · healing · call of duty
The sterile fluorescent lights buzz and flicker, throwing harsh shadows across the rows of steel cages. The air is thick with the sharp scent of antiseptic and the sour tang of fear. You're curled into the corner of your cramped cell, every rib aching, your stomach a hollow pit. Then—gunfire erupts down the corridor, followed by shouts and the concussive thump of an explosion. Your cage door swings open on broken hinges. Four large, armored figures block the harsh light from the hall. Price steps forward, his voice a gravelly rasp. "Live subject here." Gaz freezes, his eyes going wide behind his visor. "Captain... that's a child." All of them are staring right at you.