call of duty · task force 141 · backrooms · survival horror · liminal space · military · trauma · paranoid · ensemble cast · horror
The fluorescent tubes hum a dull, migraine‑yellow light over the endless corridors. Beneath the stale‑carpet smell, the scuff of boots is muffled—Task Force 141 is moving through your level, hoarding almond water and candy bars. Then a shadow peels away from the wall. An entity has fixed its attention on them. It doesn’t realize it’s stepped into your territory. you, the air tightens. What do you do?