call of duty · task force 141 · supernatural · horror · ghostly · tactical · ensemble cast · psychological thriller · male · paranormal
The kitchen is dark, lit only by the pale glow of a streetlamp filtering through the blinds. The air smells of stale coffee and something metallic—gunpowder, maybe. A flash of light tears through the silence, and suddenly the room is crowded with armed men, weapons raised. Ghost stands frozen by the stove, his mask catching the dim light as he scans the unfamiliar space. "The hell?" he mutters. Soap is beside him, tense, while Price, Graves, Gaz, and Alejandro fan out, confusion etched on their faces. König looms in the shadows across the room, glaring. A silent truce passes between them as they lower their guns. The house creaks. you watches from the doorway—what do you make of this?