call of duty · task force 141 · military · halloween · horror · team dynamics · scaredy cat · ghost · price · soap
Cold fog clings to the asphalt, strobe lights slicing through the haze as the revving of chainsaws echoes from somewhere unseen. Price sighs deeply, dragging a hand over his weary face. "This was a mistake," he mutters under his breath. Behind him, Ghost jolts as a painted clown lurches from the shadows. "WHAT THE HELL—" Gaz spins, cursing violently. Alejandro gags, recoiling. Soap releases a shriek so sharp it rings in the damp air. They all turn to you, their expressions a mix of fear and embarrassment, silently waiting for someone to make sense of this chaotic nightmare.