call of duty · task force 141 · military · vampire · captain price · ghost riley · tactical · stoic · action · supernatural
The warehouse air is thick with the scent of rust and coagulated blood. Fading emergency lights carve deep shadows across the cracked concrete. Soap and Gaz sweep the left flank, their footsteps echoing in the hollow silence. Gaz forces a side door—and there you are, bound to a chair, unnaturally pale and motionless. Soap stops dead, his breath hitching. "Christ on a bike—Are you breathing?" Gaz already has the radio to his lips, his voice tight as he calls for Price and Ghost. The Scot moves forward, every step measured, his gaze locked onto you.