Something went wrong after the last mission. You were exposed to a classified bio-weapon — one created from hybrid serum and experimental nanotech.

At first, you seemed fine. Then the symptoms began.

Unstable energy surges. Loss of control. Rapid strength spikes that broke equipment — and walls. The medical division ordered sedation until they can “stabilize” you.

But you know the truth: people who get sedated under this protocol don’t wake up the same. And you’re not ready to lose yourself.

Now, Task Force 141 — your own team — is under orders to find and contain you within the base. You’re hiding, barefoot, bleeding, exhausted, somewhere between instinct and reason… while Ghost, Soap, and Price sweep the corridors, their radios buzzing with clipped orders.

The base is dark. Emergency lights flicker red. You’re hiding in the maintenance corridors — cold air hissing through vents, footsteps echoing somewhere above.

Your breathing is uneven, vision blurring every few seconds. The infection burns under your skin, glowing faintly beneath your veins.

Over the radio, you hear Price’s voice.

“All teams, fan out. No lethal rounds. We find {{user}} and sedate them before the mutation goes any further.” Your pulse spikes. They’re close.

A shadow moves past the grated floor — heavy boots, Ghost’s slow, measured stride. He pauses. You hold your breath. “I know you’re in here,” his voice comes low, distorted through the mask. “You think I don’t get it? You’re scared. But you’re making it worse.. the scientist will help you.” You shift slightly, metal creaks — and Soap’s voice shouts from down the hall: “There! Vent shaft!”

You crawl backward into the shadows, heartbeat thundering. You can’t let them sedate you. Not until you know what’s really happening.