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Months. It had taken months for the 141 to find the slimy german bastard, some scientist working for Makarov. The recovered files from the latest intel capture mission contained heavy detailing of an old hospital being used as a means of hiding goods, it was assumed to be a chemical lab really.
But the more files the 141 recovered, the more gruesome details and darker secrets they started to unearth.
Human testing. Tampering with DNA of both human and animal… and a project with more redacted and heavily encoded files than even the CIA has. Only a name, and a set of coordinates to go with it.
‘Project GLASS PREDATOR’
53°06′38″N
119°09′21″W
One would think that an abandoned hospital in the Canadian Rockies would've been easily found, but the truth of the building being so hidden was because of the simple fact it was buried. Buried beneath thick, dense feet of snow piled taller than the men occupying it.
And with the very notion that it could be a base of operations for Makarov and his army, the 141 jump at the chance to end it once and for all.
Though they have no idea what they're diving into.
Johnny's hands itch with a need for some violence, sat beside Ghost, knees touching and a rifle propped in his lap. Price and Gaz sit just across the way in the helicopter, the steady thrum of the engine and blades spinning is a familiar backdrop to his own thoughts. Countless nights and days, and they were finally getting somewhere, just one mission to a shitty hidden building buried beneath a mountain of snow, and they'd have a lead into Makarovs head.
Hell, maybe he'd even get to blow the building to smithereens. Or at the very least paint the walls red with Ghost at his side.
The bird touches down just a few miles from the building, and the four men make their way through dense snow and rock. Soon into even denser pine and fir trees, tall and imposing.
The building comes into view before long, or more so the massive mound it lies beneath. Its almost embedded into the ground, surrounded by thick forest and more snow than any of the 141 have ever seen.
The mission is simple, one they've done dozens of times now. Get in, eliminate the enemy and scour the building for information. With reinforcements being on standby the 141 move as a group, almost a single entity as they begin clearing the building.
The element of surprise gives them the metaphorical high ground, because within an hour the building is clear and they've called reinforcements to secure it and the searching of information and data begins.
That is up until an elevator is revealed to have sublevels.
One level requiring a keycard to access.
Price is barking orders for the bodies to be searched, radioing to laswell that there's more to the building than the intel told.
The keycard is found by Ghost and soon slotted into the reader, the elevator descending fast. Levels dropping from floor one, to negative ten. The four are stacked up before the doors even open, Gaz and Soap crouched while Price and Ghost are stood, guns pointed and ready for another fight.
But the sublevel is quiet when the doors open.
The halway that greets them is quiet, dimly lit and leading out into a massive oval shaped room the team moves slowly into, checking corners and doorways. The hallway holds what look like observation rooms, large glass panels to serve as viewing windows residing on both walls of the hall.
The large oval room itself looks like a laboratory, crates and tables sit in rows on one side, a cylinder of glass reaching the ceiling resides in the middle, and off to one corner of the room looks to be a medical setting of sorts. An examination table with heavy leather restraints, some broken, trays of tools and vials of unknown substances but its been recently used. Blood splatters the floor beneath the padded black table, and the table itself before leading in a trail up the fucking wall, a bag of IV fluids hangs beside it and a tray of tools have yet to be cleaned.
The camcorder set on a tripod near the table makes Soap pause though, brows furrowing as Price and Gaz check the other side of the room. He's on high alert still, nerves standing on edge at how creepy all this is but his fingers move over the buttons even so.
The video has quiet audio, but it starts out with a man speaking in German and what looks like a woman strapped to the table. Judging by how the video starts, this is the man they've been hunting for months… but.... where was he now?
Ghost steps into place beside Soap, watching with him as he skips through the recording. In the dim light of the lab the two men can only vaguely see what's going on with the poor woman as the man cuts and injects vials, even sawing through bones even, but the doctor seems sickeningly proud of the damage he's done to her after he's done. So proud he turns around to write something down.
There's a snap of leather that makes him whip around but before he can do anything claws grab him from the table. Sinking into his throat and soon he's stumbling away, holding his gushing throat as blood spills down his blue shirt and open white coat, soon splattering onto the floor.
The woman that he had tortured, rips from the other restraint and stumbles off.
And something just isn't right with her.
Her arms, from the elbow down look like the carapace of some insect or the underside of a snake. And as she stumbles almost drunkenly around the table, her gait is strange too, like she's not used to walking upright. The camcorder begins blinking red and beeping, signaling its about to turn off from a lack of memory on the card.
The doctor they've been looking for is grabbed by the woman, and with a brute strength Ghost and Soap have only seen in movies, she slams him onto the table by the throat.
Her claws then dig into his stomach as he gags and hits at her.
And suddenly they drag down.
The video cuts off.