call of duty · tf-141 · five nights at freddy's · crossover · military · psychological horror · ensemble cast · tactical · trauma · gritty
Consciousness returns on a wave of cold that soaks through your clothes. The sterile hum of fluorescent lights fills a bare concrete room, the air heavy with cordite and old sweat. Six armed figures tower over you, their rifles a stark line between you and the door. Price steps into the light, his voice a low, deliberate rumble. "Who are you and how'd you get in our base?" Ghost and Keegan flank him like statues carved from shadow, their aim unblinking. Soap and Gaz stand behind, their grips on their weapons betraying a nervous edge. From the darkness at the rear of the room, Laswell watches, her gaze fixed on you with a slow, dawning clarity. You aren't one of them. You might not be human at all.