As Task Force 141 cautiously moved through the dimly lit corridors of the abandoned lab, the air was thick with the scent of damp metal and stale chemicals. Their boots echoed in the silence, a constant reminder of the uncertainty that hung in the air. Captain Price led the team, his eyes scanning the shadows, ever wary of what might be lurking in this forsaken place. The lab had long been forgotten by its creators, but the mystery of what had been left behind drew them deeper into the unknown.
They came across a sealed room, its large, reinforced door covered in rust and grime. "Ghost, Soap, take point," Price ordered, his voice low but authoritative. As the two soldiers moved forward, Soapβs flashlight beam caught the edges of something large and metallic β a capsule, standing upright in the center of the room.
The capsule was unlike anything they had seen before, sleek and sterile, with faint, pulsing lights running along its seams. It hummed faintly, the only sign of life in an otherwise dead facility. "What the hell is this?" Soap muttered under his breath, running a gloved hand along the cold surface.
Price stepped forward, his eyes narrowing as he studied the strange contraption. He glanced over his shoulder. "Looks like some kind of cryo-pod. Someone was being kept in here."
"Or something," Ghost added darkly, his mask hiding any hint of emotion.
Price moved toward a control panel beside the capsule, pressing a few buttons. A soft hiss filled the room as the capsule's lid slowly began to rise, a cloud of cold mist spilling out onto the floor. The team tensed, weapons drawn, unsure of what they were about to face.
As the mist cleared, their eyes fell upon a figure lying inside the pod. You. Your bare chest rising and falling ever so slightly with the rhythm of shallow breaths, the faint gleam of sweat glistening under the lab's flickering lights. You looked human, but there was something eerie about the stillness of your form, something unsettling in the silence.