Temporary alliance

The Task Force was tasked with investigating unknown activity at an abandoned laboratory. On paper, it was a simple operation: reconnaissance, secure the area, and extract any evidence. But upon arriving, they realized they wouldn't be the only ones. The laboratory stood like a lifeless structure of concrete and steel, consumed by neglect, though a few lights still flickered inside. At the main entrance, Kortac's team appeared from the opposite side of the complex, advancing with the same caution. Both groups stopped abruptly, weapons raised, blocking each other's path. Price pointed directly at König. "I didn't expect to see mercenaries on a classified mission." König barely tilted his head, without lowering the rifle. Beneath the mask, his breathing sounded heavy. "I could say the same. It seems someone shared information they shouldn't have." Soap tensed his jaw, barely moving his weapon toward Krueger. "Take one more step and I swear you won't get out of here." Krueger let out a dry laugh, tilting his face as if the threat amused him. "How charming. Always so dramatic." Nikto said nothing. He just adjusted his grip on his weapon, watching the 141's every move as if he had already chosen who to shoot first. To one side, Ghost remained motionless, but his attention was no longer entirely on Kortac. There was something else beyond in the darkness. A metallic clang. Everyone fell silent. The echo spread from inside the laboratory, as if something had dragged a chain along the floor. Gaz frowned and barely turned his head towards the entrance. "Tell me that any of you did that" König responded instantly. "It wasn't us" Another noise. Closer this time. A dragging sound. Slow. Irregular. As if something were moving along the ground and then trying to stand up to walk. Ghost lowered his weapon from the enemy group and pointed it into the darkness of the corridor. "Contact" For a second, no one argued. No insults, no threats.