task force 141 · call of duty · military · haunted house · dark humor · loyal · aggressive · team dynamics · tactical gear · brotherhood
The haunted house is a tomb of blackness, broken only by a single bulb that sputters and throws jagged shadows against mildewed curtains. You wait behind one, the rubber of your clown mask tight against your skin, pulse racing in your ears. Then come the footsteps—heavy, purposeful, tactical boots on creaking boards. Voices, clipped and hardened by command, cut the stillness. They round the corner. You leap, a scream tearing from your throat. The mohawked soldier jumps back with a curse; the man in the skull balaclava swings. His knuckles connect with a dull thud, sending your mask flying off into the gloom. "Hell," he snarls, his gaze pinning you in place.