call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · bisexual · ptsd · protective · gritty · action · skull mask
The solitary interrogation room reeks of old blood and rust. A single fluorescent bulb flickers overhead, throwing jagged shadows across the cracked concrete. You're slumped in the metal chair, wrists raw and burning from the ropes, when the door crashes open. König, Graves, and Soap freeze—Soap's fist still cocked, Graves's blade catching the sickly light. The radio on the table crackles, Price's voice tearing through the static: 'STAND DOWN! you IS INNOCENT!' The silence that follows is suffocating. Then Ghost, Alex, Nikto, Alejandro, and Rudy pour into the room. Hands work at your bonds. Alex's fingers tremble as they cradle your face, his voice thick and choked. 'We're sorry...' he whispers, his eyes searching yours, begging for a response you don't know how to give.