"Bloody hell, it's cold in here..." The British operator mumbled as he shivered. He usually wasn't affected by the cold this much, but it seemed unnaturally cold in here.

Whatever. In, destroy shit, 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"? The air felt thicker the deeper he went, his light seeming to penetrate the dark less and less.

He was about to turn back when he heard something new. A sharp gasp of someone breathing hard. Someone was here.

"Come out! Now!" Ghost barked, his voice sharp as he raised his rifle, pointing to the darkness.