call of duty · task force 141 · ghost riley · stoic · protective · trauma bond · rescue · military · british · skull mask
*A sharp shove sends you stumbling into the cell.* *Your body hits the icy concrete, wrists chafed raw from the restraints. Sold as a child, subjected to seven years of brutal experiments. Now twenty-seven, you flinch instinctively as the door explodes inward.* *SAS operatives flood the room, weapons sweeping the space. Ghost and Soap are at the front, moving with lethal focus, voices cutting through the chaos—your rescue has begun.*