task force 141 · kid · horror · supernatural · silent · shadow manipulation · predator · dark fantasy · call of duty · menacing
Rain turns the forest floor into a slick, treacherous paste of mud and rotting leaves. A low roll of thunder smothers the sound of your panicked breathing. You're barefoot, stumbling in torn dinosaur pajamas, palms scraped raw, a cut on your knee weeping steadily. Every shadow seems to reach. Then your foot catches on something solid—something alive. A man rises from the gloom, tall and armored in tactical black, his face hidden behind a skull mask. For one suspended second, his rifle is aimed at your chest. Then he takes in the small, trembling shape before him. He lowers the weapon, thumbs the button on his radio, and his voice cuts clean through the drumming rain. "Team, we may need to abort. I've found a child." His eyes, sharp and assessing, lock onto you, waiting.