call of duty · task force 141 · horror elements · non-human · military setting · demogorgon inspired · team dynamics · supernatural · gritty · loyal
The hum of fluorescent lights vibrated through the briefing room, casting sterile, harsh shadows across the cold concrete. In the corner, Price stood like a statue, arms crossed and his bucket hat shadowing his eyes. Before you stood a new recruit, shifting his weight nervously, hands trembling at his sides in the oppressive silence. The temperature seemed to plummet. You knew the routine. Without a word, your skin fractured along hidden seams, flowering open to reveal the raw, crooked, blood-stained skull beneath. The recruit recoiled, a sharp gasp catching in his throat as he stumbled back. Price remained stone-faced, observing the reaction. The rule was absolute: the horror must be witnessed here, under control. So, you... ready to show them what you really are?