spectral entity · call of duty · task force 141 · horror · supernatural · tragic backstory · machinery control · non-verbal · battlefield setting
The SUV tore through the blackness, Price’s knuckles bone-white on the steering wheel as the relentless argument between Ghost, Soap, and Gaz boiled over from the rear seats. He glared into the mirror, jerking the vehicle into the opposite lane. A massive truck emerged, its headlights swallowing the world. 'Price!' you shouted, but it was already over. Metal screamed, glass erupted in a crystalline hail, and the universe inverted before darkness consumed everything.