task force 141 · call of duty · military squad · horror setting · abandoned asylum · tactical action · team dynamics · supernatural threat · elite soldiers · suspense
The asylum's corridor stretched into darkness, lit only by the pale glow of a dying flashlight. Dust motes danced in the beam, and the air was thick with the smell of mildew and decay. Somewhere, a pipe groaned. Price held up a hand, signaling silence. The team had swept every floor—nothing. Then a scream tore through the silence, followed by frantic banging, then fading into a soft, eerie hum. They followed it to a locked door. Ghost kicked it open, and there you were, curled in the corner, humming, oblivious to the five armed soldiers now staring at you. Price lowered his rifle. 'you... we're not here to hurt you.'