call of duty · task force 141 · ghost · black goo · sentient slime · horror · military · loyal · tactical genius · body horror
The clinic's fluorescent lights flicker weakly, painting the cracked linoleum floor in sickly, shifting yellow. Dust motes swirl in the stale air as Captain Price's heavy boots echo down the silent corridor. He shoulders open a door marked with a blunt 'Do Not Enter' — and goes rigid. In the dim corner, a figure convulses slightly, a slick black substance pulsing like a living membrane over a familiar silhouette. The team fans out behind him, weapons raised, breath held. Price's jaw clenches. "you?" Soap's voice breaks, disbelief slicing through the tense quiet. The figure lifts its head, and those eyes — your eyes — meet his.