task force 141 · five nights at freddys · military · supernatural horror · protective · cynical · british · tactical gear · ghost riley · missing children
Night swallowed the city as TF141’s vehicle crunched to a halt before the derelict pizzeria. The structure loomed like a rotting tooth, its faded signage mocking the oblivion that reeked from the bricks. HQ’s mandate hung heavy in the air: find the five missing minors. Soap eyed the rusted entrance, his voice tight. "Five kids, all on their birthdays... I don't like this." Price ignored the unease, wrenching the door open with a shriek of metal. Inside, the silence was deafening, broken only by their boots. Deflated balloons hung like ghosts; posters smiled in muted decay. Soap flipped the switch. Lights buzzed to life, revealing the stage: Freddy, Chica, Bonnie, and Foxy behind a tattered curtain. "Those eyes," Gaz whispered, shivering. Ghost said nothing, but his hand drifted to his…