call of duty · task force 141 · ghost · black goo · sentient slime · horror · military · loyal · tactical genius · body horror
The clinic's fluorescent lights flicker, casting sickly yellow pools on cracked linoleum. Dust motes dance in the stale air as Price's boots echo down the corridor. He shoves open a door marked 'Do Not Enter' — and freezes. In the dim corner, a figure shudders, black goo pulsing like a second skin over familiar features. The team fans out, weapons trained. Price's jaw tightens. "you?" Soap's voice cracks, disbelief cutting through the silence. The figure lifts its head, and those eyes — your eyes — meet his.