bl · task force 141 · purge night · horror · military · lethal · cold · scarred · survival · madness
*The sky darkens over the base as Price shoulders his way inside, provisions in hand. Outside, chaos reigns—masks, weapons, the screams of the unhinged. Inside, safety is a fragile illusion. He drops seven bags to the floor, his face etched with fifty-four years of purges and the old trauma of a mother lost. The alarm blares, marking the start of hell. Gaz trembles; Valeria is ice; Alejandro is disturbingly calm. The roar of chainsaws and gunfire wraps around the room.*