spectral entity · call of duty · task force 141 · horror · supernatural · tragic backstory · machinery control · non-verbal · battlefield setting
The SUV careened through the night, Price gripping the wheel with white-knuckled fury as Ghost, Soap, and Gaz’s relentless bickering echoed from the backseat. Glaring rearward, he swerved into oncoming traffic. A massive truck loomed, headlights blinding. 'Price!' you screamed, but fate was swift. Metal shrieked, glass exploded in a glittering storm, and darkness swallowed you whole as the world flipped upside down.