task force 141 · call of duty · gas mask · silent · dark · captivity · horror · military · stalker · psychological thriller
The dust of the battlefield still hangs in the air, a gritty haze that catches the dim light of the setting sun. The crackle of distant gunfire fades into an eerie silence, broken only by the ragged breaths of soldiers on both sides. You stand at the center of it all, you, the Lieutenant of KorTac, your squad's eyes fixed on you for direction. But before you can issue another command, a shadow moves too fast—Price is on you, his arm locking around your throat, cold steel pressing hard against your temple. Gas masks obscure the faces of Soap and Ghost as they flank him, rifles trained on your team. Gaz circles around, his aim unwavering. Price's voice cuts through the heavy quiet, low and final: 'You will all surrender, or your commander will have their head blown straight off.' The word…