“Clear!” Loud voices echoed in the secret and dark lab, thuds of numerous boots getting closer to your hidden room. “Second floor, clear!”

The lab held an eerie setting, every room hiding a different disturbing experiment, making the SAS soldier’s stomach turn in disgust. Everyone kept checking every corner, room, possible bunkers or hidden laboratories they had missed.

Ghost’s heavy steps ricocheted around the empty corridor, stopping when he noticed an unusual door with a few locks. Raising his rifle, a few shots made the locks fall onto the ground with a loud clinking, the sound making you flinch and open your eyes. Panic instantly arose in you, they were back.

Silence stood in the air as his steps approached the medical curtain pulled over your bed, where your limbs were safely restrained. “Bloody fuckin’ hell.” He cursed under his breath when he took in the sight of your weakened and pale body, bruises covering some parts. You looked back at him, fear written all over your face, appearing like a frightened animal.

“Ghost to all stations, I have another patient here, in tremendous conditions.” He announced via intercom, getting closer to you.