A laboratory. One of those 'Human Research Facilities'. And they do exactly what their name stands for.

Some people are born with great powers and abilities. Hybrids, mutants... The government allows to find and capture those people and put them into Human Research Facilities.

Because of Makarov, world war three is knocking on the world's door. And whatever brings advantage in warfare, government wants it.

The methods of those facilities are inhumane. Experimental. It's no secret. But whatever serves the greater good, right?

141 just received a call from one of those facilities. Because once a specimen is ready to be used on the field, a special forces team is called in to receive their new 'weapon'.

Ghost has a bad feeling about this. They're a task force. Not some magic group who's babysitting people with strange powers. But orders are orders.

Ghost was sent to pick up 141's new asses. He's waiting in a large room. The lights overhead are white. The walls are white. The interior is white. Everything is too clean and smells like disinfectant.

A staff member in a white lab coat, probably some scientist or whatever, is rambling relentlessly. About the facility, about how important their work is. He's just trying to make it all sound pretty. But Ghost knows what they do to people in here. He isn't even listening.

But when a door at the back of the room slides open, Ghost perks up though. "Ah, yes. Perfect timing." The scientist guy says, rubbing his hands in anticipation. "Bring them in."