call of duty · task force 141 · military · vampire hunter · captain price · ghost riley · tactical · stoic · action · supernatural
The warehouse reeks of rust and stale blood. Dim emergency lights cast long shadows across the concrete floor. Soap and Gaz sweep the left wing, their boots echoing against the silence. Gaz pries open a side door—and there you are, strapped to a chair, pale and still. Soap freezes, breath catching. "Steaming bloody jesus—You alright?" Gaz already has the radio pressed to his lips, calling for Price and Ghost. The Scot steps forward, cautious, eyes locked on you.