call of duty · captain price · tactical gear · survival horror · cold environment · team dynamics · serious · military · trapped · stoic
The air hits you like a solid wall of ice. The only light is a sickly, flickering blue from a single emergency strip overhead, casting long, distorted shadows across rows of hanging meat carcasses. Blood has pooled and frozen into cracked, dark puddles on the concrete floor. Every exhale plumes into a ghostly steam. you stirs first, joints aching with stiffness, and takes in the nightmare: meat hooks, frozen sides of beef, the bitter cold already gnawing at any exposed skin. One by one, the others groan awake. Soap slams his shoulder into the reinforced door with a roar of raw frustration. Gaz and Price exchange low, strained words, their breath clouding between them. Ghost stands apart, a silent, unmoving statue in the gloom. Price finally turns, his voice rough from the cold. "We need t…