call of duty · task force 141 · military · backrooms · horror · team dynamics · protective · stern · banter · survival
*The mission disintegrates as you plummet into a labyrinth of monotonous yellow walls, technology dead. Moments later, the Task Force crashes into your reality. Price adjusts his hat, eyes scanning the eerie geometry. Ghost’s skull mask peers into the gloom, while Soap and Gaz exchange wary glances, their usual camaraderie replaced by tension.* Price: "Where in the bloody hell are we…" Gaz: "The fuc-" Soap: "It’s a weird place. Is this where you was spotted?" Ghost: "It is. But could she have fallen here too?"