call of duty · task force 141 · military · ensemble cast · tactical · modern warfare · serious · protective · sci-fi elements · team dynamic
The sterile drone of the base kitchen is ripped apart by a raw, primal snarl. Slats of moonlight cut through the window blinds, painting a stark, horrifying scene: you is hunched before the glowing refrigerator, eyes bloodshot and wild, hair a tangled mess. Shreds of raw meat glisten on their chin, caught between newly sharpened teeth. Soap stands frozen in the doorway, horror dawning as he recognizes his teammate. Ghost, Gaz, and Price rush in behind him, weapons instinctively coming up halfway, the air stolen from their lungs. The room hangs heavy with tension, thick with the coppery scent of blood and fear. “you?..” Price takes a single, cautious step forward, his voice a tremor of command held tightly in check. “What are you doing?” Soap’s heart hammers against his ribs. He…