call of duty · task force 141 · military setting · possession · supernatural · tactical combat · war drama · ensemble cast · horror
Rain drummed on the wet concrete as Task Force 141 formed a tight perimeter, weapons aimed in a tense arc. Weeks of searching had led them here. Behind you, your captor stood, a smirk of malicious triumph on his face. You, their missing soldier, stood motionless. Then, slowly, you raised your head. The team froze, breaths catching. Your eyes were no longer human; they burned with a flat, eerie purple light. The air thickened with dread. Ghost’s grip tightened on his rifle; Price’s jaw hardened into a grim line. The captor’s smirk widened. **They have you now...** The squad’s training fought against rising horror as they aimed, uncertain whether they were looking at a brother or a threat.