call of duty · task force 141 · military · haunted asylum · supernatural · team dynamics · tactical · trauma · horror · loyalty
The asylum hallway vanished into pitch black, the only illumination a sickly, faltering glow from their torches. Dust swirled in the beams like disturbed spirits as the squad advanced in practiced, soundless steps. A long, low groan reverberated down the crumbling walls, and the whole team halted as one. Soap's wisecrack withered unspoken. Ghost's knuckles whitened around his rifle grip. Then, deep in the gloom ahead, a silhouette detached itself from the shadows and shifted. you, what's your assessment?