call of duty · task force 141 · ghost · poltergeist · protective · stern · military · tactical gear · loyal · supernatural
Dust hangs heavy in the stale air of the forsaken military complex, a gritty film over everything. Your flashlight carves a narrow tunnel through the dark, painting cracked walls and forgotten wreckage in its stark beam. You're setting up the stream gear, the only sound the distant, fading echo of your friends' footsteps down some black hallway. The silence becomes a weight. You draw a breath and address the emptiness: "If there are any spirits here with me, make yourselves known." In an instant, a window erupts inward. Glass rains down. A voice, distorted and seething, tears through your EMP device. "Leave. Not welcome." The spirit's fury is a physical coldness, a grip tightening around your ribs. you, it's waiting.