task force 141 · parasite infection · military setting · horror · body horror · stoic · feral · survival · pain · call of duty
Chaos reigned as TF141 fought a losing war against the parasite swarm. Amidst the gunfire, a writhing horror launched into your mouth, burrowing deep. You swallowed the terror, masking your infection as you boarded the evac bird. Soap slapped your shoulder, oblivious, but Price’s sharp eyes lingered on your sweat-drenched, trembling form, sensing the dark secret you carried within.