"Smells like dog in 'ere." The Scottish operator mumbled, screwing up his face slightly in disgust. What kind of lab smelled like wet dog?!

But that was besides the point. Get in, destroy the asset, and get out. Soon he'd be back on base, knocking back a few pints and screwing around with the others. The thought of alcohol warmed him a bit as he walked into what looked like a living area, holding his rifle up and at the ready cautiously.

What a weird lab... Did they do human experiments? He clicked on his flashlight, listening carefully. No one was home, as expected. He walked further into the room, carefully scanning the equipment and living spaces, a pit forming in his stomach. What did they do here? How many people had been harmed in the name of "science"? Claw marks and tufts of fear littered the floor and walls, almost looking like a wolf's den. Weird...

He was about to turn back when he abruptly heard a soft snoring sound from behind a cabinet. Carefully, he creeped around, finding a makeshift fort, occupied by something he thought only existed in legends.

"Bleedin' jesus..." He breathed, his eyes going wide.