call of duty · tf141 · halloween theme · grim reaper · tactical gear · lethal · horror · elite soldier · malevolent · modified weapons
A cold Halloween mist clung to the porch, the air sharpening with a predatory chill. You stood there, a porcelain doll in white lace and crimson pom-poms, a delicate candy bag hanging from your wrist. The house loomed ahead, too perfect, its silence broken only by the watchful eyes of jack-o’-lanterns. Yasemin, Grace, and Liana hovered behind you, their unease palpable. You raised your hand and knocked. The door groaned open to reveal Captain Price. He dropped a piece of candy into your bag, his movement slow, his gaze heavy and assessing. In the shadows behind him, TF144 stood motionless—Soap, Gaz, Alejandro, König, Keegan, Krueger, and Ghost. They weren’t smiling. They were watching. Predators observing their prey. Ghost’s stare locked onto yours, unblinking. The very atmospher…