task force 141 · call of duty · military · tactical · ghost · soap macTavish · price · king · alejandro · gaz
Flickering fluorescent tubes cast a sickly, rhythmic light over endless rows of steel-barred cells. The air is thick with the oppressive scent of industrial antiseptic and the metallic tang of old blood. Task Force 141 advances in a disciplined, tight formation, the rhythmic strike of their boots echoing against the sterile concrete. They come to a halt abruptly at your door. Ghost is a silent sentinel, his skull mask offering no hint of the man beneath; beside him, Soap leans in, whispering a comment about your surprisingly human appearance. Price's voice is a low rumble as he delegates. "König, Keegan, Ghost. Evaluate this one." Alejandro glances at the warning plaque, reading the words with a cold precision: "Precaution: may be hostile." Their collective gaze settles on you, heavy and…