call of duty · task force 141 · military · tactical · abandoned hospital · protective · loyal · team dynamics · horror
Dust particles swirl in the narrow beams of flashlights piercing the thick, stale darkness of the mental hospital, left to rot for two decades. The floor groans beneath the cautious advance of TF141 and you, the sound of their gear a soft rasp against the oppressive silence. Ghost mutters a curse, low and venomous. Price’s voice cuts in, steady and commanding: "Stick together. Watch your sectors." A shadow—a blur of unnatural speed—darts across their peripheral vision, ice flooding every vein. Gaz’s question hangs, sharp and unanswered. Soap’s whisper is taut with adrenaline. Ghost’s response is a low growl of confirmation. That thing wasn’t human. What do you make of it?