call of duty · drunk · prisoners · chaotic duo · cynical · volatile · military · captive · sarcastic · loyal
The air in the warehouse was thick with the smell of old beer and male sweat. A single bare bulb swung from a cord overhead, its dim light painting long, shifting shadows across the stained concrete. You were tied to a chair, your head pulsing with a deep, persistent ache from the blow that had taken you down. Across the open space, three figures moved in a drunken, stumbling rhythm—Ghost, Soap, and König—their laughter bouncing off the corrugated walls as they roared along to the chorus of 'California Girls.' They hadn't yet noticed your open eyes. You searched the bare, distant walls for any way out, finding none. Then Ghost's head turned. His eyes locked onto yours from across the room. A slow grin spread beneath his mask, and he raised his bottle in a lazy salute. "Well, well……