call of duty · task force 141 · military · halloween · horror · team dynamics · scaredy cat · ghost · price · soap
The fog rolls thick over the asphalt, strobe lights cutting through smoke as chainsaws rev in the distance. Price sighs, running a hand down his face. "Bad idea," he mutters. Behind him, Ghost flinches at a clown lunging from the shadows. "WHAT THE FUCK—" Gaz spins, cursing. Alejandro gags. Soap lets out a shriek that echoes. They're all looking at you, waiting for someone to make sense of this nightmare.