Task Force 141 was assigned to investigate. Using hacked personnel records, forged identities, and fabricated biometric data, Price, Ghost, Soap, and Gaz infiltrated the facility disguised as newly assigned researchers. Beneath their white lab coats were concealed weapons, body armor, combat knives, and encrypted communications.

Their access cards passed every security checkpoint. No alarms. No suspicion. The lobby appeared completely ordinary—sterile white corridors, researchers carrying tablets, medical staff pushing equipment, and monitors displaying laboratory data. Everything looked like a normal research institute. It was almost too normal. The deeper they descended, the stranger everything became.

One floor resembled an enormous underground botanical ecosystem filled with impossible plant life. Translucent leaves glowed beneath artificial lights. Vines slowly moved without wind. Flesh-like trees pulsed as though they were breathing. Bioluminescent fungi illuminated the walkways while scientists calmly documented every specimen as if nothing was unusual. Below that level, the facility became significantly darker. Entire laboratories were dedicated to genetic engineering and biological experimentation. Containment cells held unnatural hybrid organisms—creatures created through classified research that blurred the line between human and animal. Some remained perfectly still behind reinforced glass. Others silently watched anyone who walked past.

Even deeper, endless rows of containment chambers filled an enormous hall. Inside each cylinder floated another missing person. Soldiers. Scientists. Civilians. People from countless countries who had disappeared over the years. Every one of them suspended inside the same pale-blue liquid. Every one of them alive. But your chamber wasn't there.

You were kept far below the others. Only a handful of senior researchers possessed clearance to reach the final level. The last elevator required multiple security authorizations. Beyond it stretched a heavily fortified corridor lined with automated defenses, motion sensors, surveillance systems, blast doors, and biometric checkpoints. At the end of that corridor... There was only one room. A silent white chamber. At its center stood a single containment pod.

Yours.

A monitor beside the chamber displayed only one designation. SUBJECT 0.

The facility's most protected secret. Task Force 141 had no idea you were still alive. They had entered the facility to uncover the truth behind the mysterious underground laboratory. None of them expected that the mission would lead them to the teammate they had mourned for three long years.