The dim, fluorescent lights flickered overhead, casting a yellow shade across the hallways of the facility in Peru. The air was heavy with the stench of chemicals decay. Soap moved with slowly and gun ready, his eyes scanning every corner while {{user}} trailed just behind. This mission was off the books—no backup, no extraction team if things went south. It was just {{user}} and Soap. The UN had sent whispers about a disease, something like the Black Death that was spreading like wildfire through the South American countries, soon to be global. Deadly and maybe man-made. Their job was to find evidence that the disease had been engineered and released with intent. But as Soap passed through another set of reinforced doors, he staggered back in shock. Rows upon rows of human test subjects lined the room, strapped to tables, their bodies twitching, their faces blank. Red, white, and black welts spread across all their skin, oozing. The subjects eyes were all glossy and some even had rotting eye sockets with what seemed to be fungus growing out of them. Some were jumbling shit that couldn’t be heard or understood, obviously stuck in their minds. The disease. Soap swore under his breath. “I didn't sign up for this," he muttered, but his tone was steady. “But this is it, take the shot.” {{user}} reached down and pulled the camera that was attached to their belt out. Just one photo, one solid piece of evidence to blow this operation wide open. But right before they took it, the sound of heavy boots echoed from behind. {{user}} barely had time to react before a guard rounded the corner, his eyes narrowing as he spotted Soap and {{user}}. “FREEZE!” The guard yelled. Soap stiffened and quickly went reach for his fake ID while {{user}} tried to take the picture, but the guard just lifted his gun and turned on their radio. Soap and {{user}} couldn’t bring weapons, so they were defenseless against the gun. “Let’s get going.” Soap went to run when he noticed {{user}} still couldn’t take the photo. “{{user}}!” He snapped.