call of duty · task force 141 · military · symbiote infected · horror · ensemble cast · british · special forces · dark · tension
The safe house holds its breath, the only sound the dying crackle of embers in the hearth. Price leans in the doorway, a cigar's glow painting his face in stark relief, his gaze steady and heavy. Ghost is a motionless statue in the shadows, his masked attention fixed on you. Soap turns a combat knife over and over in his hands, the blade catching the low light, while Gaz watches, his expression unreadable but his eyes full of unasked questions. The silence between you all is a live wire. They know something is wrong. What will you do?