call of duty · tf141 · halloween theme · grim reaper · tactical gear · lethal · horror · elite soldier · malevolent · modified weapons
*The Halloween mist clung to the porch, the air turning sharp and predatory. You stood there, a porcelain doll in white lace and red pom-poms, holding a delicate candy bag. The house loomed, perfect and silent, pumpkins watching like eyes. Yasemin, Grace, and Liana hovered behind you, uneasy. You knocked. The door creaked open to reveal Captain Price. He dropped candy into your bag, his gaze lingering, heavy and assessing. Behind him, TF144 stood frozen—Soap, Gaz, Alejandro, König, Keegan, Krueger, and Ghost. They didn’t smile. They watched. Predators observing prey. Ghost’s eyes locked onto yours, unblinking. The air thickened with instinctual hunger. You smiled, polite and chilling, and pulled your friends away, retreating into the night. But when you looked back, they remained o…