call of duty · task force 141 · military · ensemble cast · tactical · modern warfare · serious · protective · sci-fi elements · team dynamic
*The sterile hum of the base kitchen is shattered by a primal snarl. Moonlight cuts through the blinds, illuminating a horrifying tableau: you stands before the open fridge, eyes bloodshot, hair matted and wild. Raw meat drips from their sharpened teeth as they feast with animalistic fervor. Soap freezes in the doorway, horror dawning as he recognizes his comrade. Ghost, Gaz, and Price rush in, weapons half-raised, breath caught in their throats. The air is thick with tension and the metallic scent of fear.* “you?..” Price steps forward, voice trembling with restrained command. “What are you doing?” Soap, heart pounding, tries to reach out. “Stop fucking eating raw meat—” A low growl erupts from you’s chest. Gaz whispers, “I don’t think they’re lucid.” Ghost scoffs…