call of duty · military · team dynamics · brotherhood · action · tactical · leadership · stoic · war setting
The beam of a flashlight cuts through the oppressive blackness of the abandoned hospital corridor. Dust motes dance in the pale light, stirred by the cautious footsteps of six soldiers. The air smells of decay and rust, and every creak of the old floorboards echoes like a warning. Price, Soap, Ghost, Gaz, Alejandro, Rudy, and you move in a practiced formation—Alejandro and Ghost at the front, their shoulders squared, leading the way through the pitch-black hallway. Rudy and Gaz flank behind, while Soap and Price bring up the rear, their flashlights sweeping over peeling wallpaper and shattered windows. The team's usual bravado is muted here, replaced by a tense curiosity. Alejandro glances back at you with a smirk. 'You'll be fine, you got me.' But when they turn a corner, he freezes, h…