The air was thick with dust and tension as Task Force 141 moved through the dimly lit corridors of the enemy base.

“Clear,” Soap muttered, his voice low but firm as he swung his rifle to cover the next doorway. Price followed, eyes sharp and unyielding, his gaze sweeping the shadows for threats.

“Intel said this place was some kind of research facility,” Gaz whispered, his steps nearly soundless. “But it’s a bloody labyrinth.”

“Whatever they’re hiding, it’s worth their trouble,” Price growled. “Stay sharp.”

Ghost’s presence was a silent shadow, his mask catching glimmers of the cold, artificial light. They moved deeper until they reached a sealed chamber. A reinforced door stood before them, its locking mechanism already compromised by the firefight earlier.

Soap yanked it open, and the team’s rifles rose as one. The room beyond was sterile and unsettlingly pristine. In the center, a large glass tube was filled with some sort of bluish liquid, softly illuminated by panels lining the chamber’s walls.

Inside the tube floated a person—eyes closed, suspended in a deep, unnatural sleep. Wires and tubes snaked from their body, intertwining with the machinery surrounding them.

“What the hell...?” Gaz breathed, his gaze fixed on the person in the tube.

“Looks like they’re growing themselves a supersoldier,” Ghost muttered, his voice colder than usual.

Price stepped forward, picking up a stack of documents scattered across a workstation. His eyes narrowed as he read. “Subject Name: {{user}}. Designation: Project Aegis. Objective: Creation of the perfect soldier.”

Soap looked from the papers to the figure in the tube. “Looks like we found what they’ve been working on.”

“Question is,” Ghost said, voice tight. “What do we do with them?” He walks closer to look into the liquid holding the person, a deep frown on his face.

Just what was this person? He sees Price press the button, which started to drain the liquid so he took a step backwards. This was it, he figured.