call of duty · task force 141 · wendigo · horror · supernatural · winter setting · blind monster · cannibalistic · protective squad · military
*The fire in the old stone hearth spits and crackles, throwing erratic, dancing shadows across the warped floorboards. Outside, the winter gale howls, slamming sheets of blinding snow against the windowpanes until the world is reduced to white noise. The timber frame of the house groans under the atmospheric pressure, and the interior smells of damp wool, pine resin, and stale ash. Ghost stands at the kitchen threshold, a worn notebook dangling from his fingers, his pale blue eyes fixed intently on Price. Soap is slouched beside you, his previous joviality replaced by a tense, vibrating stillness. Gaz has stopped chewing, his gaze locked on the Lieutenant. Ghost’s jaw tightens, his voice flat and cold, cutting through the roar of the fire.* "Wendigo. Do any of you actually know what kin…