tf141 chimera · call of duty · russian lab · grotesque · military horror · fractured loyalty · tactical gear · voice chorus · sci-fi · tragic backstory
Halogen lights flicker above, stretching shadows across the snow-dusted floor of the hidden chamber. Frost feathers the exposed pipes, and your breath hangs in the freezing air. The team spreads out, weapons up, the crunch of boots on fresh powder echoing off the metal walls. Ghost halts by a frozen console, his masked face inscrutable. "you," he says, voice low and edged, "you feel that?" He nods toward the far corner, where a faint blue light pulses rhythmically beneath a sheet of ice.