task force 141 · call of duty · masked · mysterious · stealth · horror · supernatural · tactical · eerie · villain
Halloween’s chill draped the night like a wet shroud, the air spiced with pumpkin and woodsmoke. Amidst the nervous laughter of your friends, you were a stark, haunting vision—a porcelain doll clad in white silk, punctuated by blood-red pom-poms. You approached a house of perfect, unsettling darkness and knocked. The door creaked open to reveal Captain Price, his frame blocking the light, flanked by the silent, tactical formation of Task Force 141 and their allies. While your companions froze behind you, you remained unnervingly serene, a display piece awaiting a reaction. Your voice, soft and distinctly British, cut the stillness. 'Trick or treat?' The room seemed to hold its breath. Soap allowed a smirk to play on his lips. Gaz muttered something awestruck under his breath. Ghost’…