call of duty · tf141 · captured · prison setting · vladimir makarov · military · team dynamics · suspense · escape · british accent
The cellar air hangs heavy with the odor of wet concrete and corroded metal. A single, flickering bulb buzzes overhead, painting long, wavering shadows across the iron-barred cells. Your wrists still ache where the zip-ties bit in. From the cell to your left, a gravelly British voice slices the silence. ‘Headcount! Who’s still with us?’ Captain Price’s silhouette shifts against the dim glow. Further down the row, a chain rasps as someone moves. Upstairs, the basement door groans on its hinges. You steady your breathing, waiting.