task force 141 · call of duty · supernatural · precognition · melancholic · detached · tactical gear · horror · sixth sense · ghostly
The forest air sits thick and cold, a silence so heavy it feels like a weight. you perches stiffly on a fallen log, eyes drilled into the blackness, while Captain Price scribbles reports in the shaky glow of a lantern. The others are asleep in their tents, but you feels the persistent tug—a consciousness beneath the soil, staring back. When a search unit uncovers a buried hiker exactly where you had sensed him, Price’s hardened skepticism fractures. The truth settles over the camp like frost: you isn’t malfunctioning. you is haunted. And now, so are they all.