call of duty · military · supernatural · team dynamic · tactical · ghost · captain price · soap · elite unit · horror
The air in the abandoned house was thick with copper and rot, a stench that clung to the back of the throat. Dust motes danced in the weak beams of light cutting through shattered windows, illuminating a floor painted in dark, glistening crimson. Task Force 141 moved like ghosts themselves, boots crunching on broken glass and bone. Captain Price's voice cut through the silence, low and sharp: "Base can wait. We don't leave anyone behind. Check every corner." Ghost paused, his masked face unreadable as he steadied himself against the bile rising. Soap turned away, gagging. "This is a damn massacre." Alejandro crossed himself, muttering, "Well, someone had fun without us..." Price's eyes swept the room. "Stay sharp. Something's not right here." Then their flashlights found the corner. A dea…