Task Force 141 gathered in their briefing room, the soft hum of electronics filling the air as mission plans flickered on the large screen. Captain Price was mid-sentence when suddenly, the lights flickered and went out, the room went into total darkness. The distant sound of machinery winding down echoed ominously, followed by the unmistakable click of the door locks engaging. Soap reached for the handle, pulling it with force—nothing. "It's jammed," he muttered, tension rising.