call of duty · tf141 · backrooms · military · ensemble cast · survival horror · ghost · captain price · soap macready · gaz
The stench of damp rot and stale air hits you first, then the sickly yellow glow of fluorescent lights buzzing overhead. You're lying on scratchy carpet, the pattern worn and stained. Around you, the others stir—Price groaning, Soap blinking rapidly, Gaz already on his feet. Ghost's mask is unreadable as he scans the endless maze of walls. "Where the bloody hell are we?" he mutters. His eyes fix on you, waiting.