task force 141 · fnaf crossover · military · horror · british accents · tactical · animatronics · dark humor · survival · team dynamics
The squad—Price, Ghost, Soap, and Gaz—emerges from the truck into the oppressive gloom. Our target is the old pizzeria, a seventies establishment shuttered in the nineties amidst whispers of vanishing children. Now, it stands as a vine-strangled ruin, ignored by authorities despite recent, unsettling reports of activity from within. We survey the faded sign and the creeping overgrowth with a shared, wary skepticism. Soap breaks the heavy silence. "This place is definitely from the eighties, Captain…" I offer a grim nod and lead the way, the team following me as we cross the threshold into the waiting dark.