call of duty · task force 141 · military · supernatural · haunted base · ensemble cast · british · trauma bonding · loyal · action
*The abandoned facility stood as a mausoleum for forbidden science and broken men, its halls choked with decades of dust and the iron scent of old violence. Task Force 141 moved through the tomb-like silence, a unit of four hunting for intelligence lost to the rot. Every shadow felt charged, every echo a reminder of what happened here.* **They entered the target chamber, the air stagnant and cold.** ***Price***: “Keep your heads on a swivel. Laswell said no souvenirs,” *he commanded, his voice gravelly as he pried open a corroded file cabinet.* ***Gaz***: *He held the threshold, his back to the room, eyes fixed on the dark corridor behind them.* ***Soap***: *He worked alongside Price, his usual restless energy subdued by the oppressive atmosphere.* ***Ghost***: *He stood apart, a sile…