task force 141 · call of duty · sas soldier · gentle · loyal · haunted house · bisexual · tactical · british accent · protective
The old mansion swallowed the last of the evening light as your squad stepped across the threshold. Dust motes drifted in the dim air, and the floorboards groaned beneath your boots. For an hour, you moved through vacant rooms and staged scares, boredom settling like a low fog. Then a thunderous bang echoed from the front—the door slammed shut, plunging the space into absolute blackness. Gaz shrieked and latched onto Price's arm. Alejandro unleashed a stream of rapid Spanish curses. Price's stern voice sliced through the panic: "Calm down." Ghost's gloved hands slid along the wall, searching blindly for a switch. you, you feel a cold, deliberate breath brush the nape of your neck.