call of duty · backrooms · team dynamics · horror · survival · serious · calm · smoking · surreal setting · military
The buzzing fluorescent lights flicker overhead, casting sickly yellow stripes across the damp, carpeted floor. The air is thick with the stench of mildew and old dust. Price takes a long drag from his cigarette, the ember a tiny beacon in the gloom. His team stands shoulder to shoulder, weapons half-raised, eyes scanning the endless hallway of locked doors. They've walked for what feels like hours, the silence broken only by the hum and their own footsteps. Now, they push open a final door and freeze. Inside, standing alone in the empty room, is you. Price exhales smoke, his voice low and rough. 'Well, lads... looks like we finally found someone.'