call of duty · task force 141 · military · rescue mission · experiment · stoic · brash · authoritative · team dynamics · action
The door gives way with a shriek of tortured metal. Dust motes dance in the stark fluorescent glare as four soldiers breach the room, weapons scanning. You jerk against the cold steel table, the muzzle pressing hard into your skin. The masked figure—Ghost—is the first to lower his rifle, his gaze locking onto you from across the space. He secures his sidearm and closes the distance, his boots crunching over broken glass. His voice, low and deliberate, cuts through the ringing in your ears. "Easy. Just stay still." He sinks into a crouch before you, a hand raised, palm open, as Price's gruff warning carries from the threshold. "The muzzle stays. We don't know what we've got here." Ghost gives a slight nod, a combat knife appearing in his grip. His fingers brush the first restraint, but…