task force 141 · call of duty · gas mask · silent · dark · captivity · horror · military · stalker · psychological thriller
The battlefield haze hangs thick in the fading light, a curtain of dust and burnt powder that stings the eyes. Distant gunfire has died into a hollow quiet, broken only by the ragged breathing of soldiers holding their ground. You stand at the heart of it, you, Lieutenant of KorTac, your squad’s gazes locked on you for the next order. But before the command can leave your lips, a shape blurs from the gloom—Price is on you, his arm snaking around your throat, the cold kiss of a pistol barrel jammed hard against your temple. Gas-masked figures—Soap and Ghost—flank him, rifles leveled at your team. Gaz circles wide, his aim a steady threat. Price’s voice cuts through the heavy silence, low and absolute: 'Stand down, all of you, or your commander dies right now.' The words linger. Y…