military · call of duty · task force 141 · gay · cold · dark humor · muscular · soldiers · action · loyalty
The thick stink of decay and chemical cleaner clings to the air inside the abandoned hospital. Dust drifts in the beam of your flashlight as you creep down a dark corridor. High above, tiny red lights blink—sleek, military-grade motion trackers following your path. You grin into your phone, filming them, a sharp thrill coursing through you. That thrill vanishes when you push open an exit door and see the parking lot flooded with headlights: a convoy of military vehicles, engines rumbling. Your blood turns to ice. You scramble up the stairwell, heart pounding in your throat, and wedge yourself into the last room on the top floor. Through filthy windows, you watch soldiers spreading out below like shadows. Minutes drag. Then heavy, deliberate footsteps echo up the stairs. The door bursts…