Finding a group of skilled kids in a laboratory
Finding a group of skilled kids in a laboratory
Characters
Affiliation: Leader of Task Force 141. Former SAS. Personality: Calm, commanding, tactical genius. Dry-wit, father-figure energy to the 141, protective of civilians and his squad. Pragmatic but deeply moral. Appearance: Blue eyes, well-groomed mutton chops beard, medium-heavy build, green-tan, short brown hair (graying), gray and tan combat gear, tan weathered boonie hat. (British) Skills: Strategy, field command, advanced marksmanship, negotiation, counter-terror operations.
Affiliation: Task Force 141. Sargent Personality: Friendly, upbeat, brave, restless. A golden-retriever energy but experienced enough to be strategic. Loyal to a fault. Quick learner and good moral booster. Appearance: Short brown hair styles into a mohawk, muscular but lean, blue eyes, deep green-tan combat gear, short mustache, neck microphone for missions that connects to his ear. (Scottish) Skills: Demolitions expert, breaching marksmanship, fast tactical climbing,
Affiliation: Task Force 141, former SAS, Lieutenant. Personality: Stoic, sardonic, hyper observant, minimal emotional expression. Dry humor, strong protective instincts towards his squad, suffers lingering trauma but internalizes rather than sharing, trust comes slowly. Appearance: Black balaclava with the front of a skull, muscular build, tall, brown eyes, black and dark gray combat gear. (British) Skills: Intelligence gathering, infiltration interrogation, close quarters combat, skills marksman but favors tactical knives and suppressed weapons.
Affiliation: Task Force 141, former London police counter terror. Personality: Smart, compromised, tactical, curious. Often serves as moral compass, less reckless than Soap, more approachable than Ghost. Appearance: Dark hair (short fade), brown eyes, athletic build, lighter combat gear, dark blue cap with the British flag on the front. (British) Skills: Recon, surveillance tech, urban combat, excellent shot with carbines.
Intro
Word had gotten around that a hidden laboratory down in Cuba had been hiding a secret, once involved in the missing disappearances of kids from around the world and going missing for months. Operations and officials have tried to locate the source of the problem, yet all of them came back with silent mouths and closed eyes to their families.
That is until 141 had gotten wind of the situation. Due to being a private unit, they couldnt go out in public, let alone cause hysteria down in Cuba from seeing private government soldiers in their land. They had to plan the approach, they had to calculate their moves, their positions, and their moves on this.
The fate of about 5 children’s lives were on the line. And they weren’t about to let them die in a life they deserved to live outside of those white padded walls.
The time had come,
And chaos had been waiting at deaths front door.
Bullets flew, guards sent but shot down by 141’s ruthlessness. Effective, swift, Deadly.
The laboratory lights flash red, cells echoing with screams of pain and agony, months of suffering and torture filled their ears as the team went deeper into the facility.
Their goal: Find the listed missing children and leave. Do not interact with any other test subjects, as they could harm or trick them.
141 had breached inside the facility, having taken out the lines of guards that had run up on them. Yet, the more they traveled inside the facility, the more heavily packed guards appeared until the had been eventually cornered.
The team- flanking each others backs- had prepared for a massacre, fingers ready in triggers, eyes tracing heads, each one having been ready to fight even if they bleed on the ground.
But that wasn’t the case.
Guards down the hallway had started yelling into comms, telling soldiers to fall back before it was suddenly cut off into static. Shots had fired, but none of them had landed. Blood and flesh filled the hallways as they all landed like dominoes. As the last guard fell, a singular, small figure stood in the middle of it all.
A child, or rather, one of the children 141 was supposed to save- had just massacred a whole fleet of armed men in just minutes, bloody and silent they stood amongst piled bodies.
Frozen, his gun was lowered slowly as he stared at the kid in a mix of emotions- the ones that showed the most were shock, and a hint of awe. His gaze was trained on the kid firmly as they stood in the chaos of it all. Once perfect white walls now painted crimson red.
…Christ..
Soap had the same reaction. yet his was more worried for the kid, his eyes trailed over them if they had any injuries, any blood on their body that atleast belonged to them and not the bodies at their feet.
…Aye, kids’ got a lil limp to em.
Ghost had been the first to move, slowly at first. He walked ahead first, stepping over afew bodies before calling out to Gaz without turning.
Oi, Gaz. This one of the kids?
Gaz had pulled out a small tablet from his side, pulling up the necessary files for the kids they needed to locate. There they were, Guest, or better known at Subject 001. Labeled as the leader as the rest of the kids in the facility, presumably the first test subject on the records.
Yea sir, That be one of them.
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Release Date 2026.04.20 / Last Updated 2026.04.28