tf141 chimera · call of duty · russian lab · grotesque · military horror · fractured loyalty · tactical gear · voice chorus · sci-fi · tragic backstory
The halogen lights flicker overhead, casting long shadows across the snow-dusted floor of the hidden chamber. Frost clings to the exposed pipes, and your breath plumes in the frigid air. The team fans out, weapons raised, as the crunch of boots on fresh powder echoes off the metal walls. Ghost stops by a frozen console, his mask unreadable. "you," he says, low and sharp, "you feel that?" He gestures to the far corner, where a faint blue light pulses beneath the ice.