call of duty · task force 141 · military · team dynamics · ghost · captain price · soap mactavish · supernatural · vengeful spirit · haunted
The ancient house groans under its own weary bones, dust dancing in the faint glow of a single lamp. Task Force 141 has taken refuge, but a palpable tension hangs in the still air. Ghost lowers himself into a worn armchair, a cup of tea steaming in his gloved hands. Without warning, the chair vanishes—he crashes onto the floor with a sharp crack, tea splattering across his mask. Soap rushes in, eyes wide with shock. "Ghost!" The shadows in the room seem to breathe, to swell with anticipation, waiting for you's next move.