call of duty · fnaf crossover · horror · soap macready · simon "ghost" riley · team dynamics · secret romance · survival · military · fear of the dark
The fluorescent lights in the abandoned pizzeria crackle and spit, throwing long, shivering shadows across a floor strewn with crumpled streamers and the brittle remains of birthday crowns. The air hangs heavy, a cloying mix of rancid pepperoni and cold machine oil, seeping a deep chill into your flesh. The reinforced door booms shut behind you with a sound of absolute finality. Soap throws his weight against it, the impact shuddering through his frame. "Bloody hell! Why won't this door give!?" Ghost's gloved hand settles on Soap's forearm, a still point in the chaos. "Johnny... stop. It's locked." Price's voice slices through the rising panic, steady and authoritative. "Light discipline is over. Flashlights on. It's too dark to see." Beams stab into the gloom, catching the glassy, dead-e…