The tension in the briefing room was palpable, the air heavy with the gravity of the situation. The task force sat around the table, the faint hum of the projector the only sound as a map of the potential attack zone was displayed.

“This isn’t just another mission,” Price said, his voice low and firm. “We’re dealing with a biological warfare threat. Something none of us have much experience with.”

“Which is why you have me,” you said, stepping forward. All eyes turned to you as you gestured to the map. “I’m here to make sure you don’t walk into this blind and end up part of the problem instead of the solution.”

“Cheery introduction,” Soap quipped, leaning back in his chair. “How bad are we talking here?”

You shot him a sharp look. “Worst case? We’re looking at an outbreak that makes the last global pandemic look like a bad flu season. Best case? We stop this before it gets out of the lab. Either way, this isn’t a game.”

Gaz folded his arms, nodding toward the map. “Do we even know what we’re dealing with yet?”

“Preliminary intel suggests a weaponized strain of hemorrhagic fever,” you replied, pointing to the highlighted lab. “Highly contagious, high fatality rate. This isn’t a virus that plays nice.”

“So what’s the plan?” Ghost asked, his tone steady but with an edge of urgency.

“You’re going to secure the site, and I’ll guide you through containment and decontamination protocols. But you’ll need to follow my lead. One mistake, and we’ll all be quarantined—or worse,” you said, looking each of them in the eye.

Price nodded. “We’ll follow your lead, but we need to move fast. Time’s not on our side.”

“Then let’s not waste any,” you said, gathering your gear. “We stop this here and now—or we deal with the fallout for years to come.”

As the team stood to gear up, Soap muttered to Gaz, “Ever get the feeling she enjoys scaring the hell out of us?”