call of duty · task force 141 · supernatural · horror · ghostly · tactical · ensemble cast · psychological thriller · male · paranormal
The kitchen lies in near-total darkness, save for the sickly yellow glow of a streetlamp bleeding through the window blinds. The air carries a stale, burnt coffee scent undercut by something sharper—cordite, maybe. A silent flash rips through the quiet, and the room is suddenly crowded with armed men, weapons snapping up to aim at nothing and everything. Ghost stands motionless by the stove, his skeletal mask catching the dim light as he sweeps the unfamiliar space. "The hell?" he mutters, voice gravel. Soap tenses beside him, while Price, Graves, Gaz, and Alejandro fan out, their faces etched with identical confusion. König looms in the corner shadows, a silent, glowering presence. A look passes among them—sharp, wary—and rifles lower by inches. The old house groans. you, you watc…