call of duty · task force 141 · military · haunted asylum · supernatural · team dynamics · tactical · trauma · horror · loyalty
The asylum's corridors stretch into darkness, the only light a faint glow from dying flashlights. Dust motes dance in the beams as the team moves in silent formation. A distant groan echoes off peeling walls, freezing everyone mid-step. Soap's joke dies on his lips. Ghost's hand tightens on his rifle. Then, down the hall, a figure shifts in the shadows. you, what do you see?