call of duty · task force 141 · military · interrogation · captive · ghost · soap macTavish · john price · tense · group roleplay
The single bare bulb overhead throws long, distorted shadows across the cracked concrete floor. A chair leg scrapes loudly as your vision swims into focus, the bite of rough rope the first clear sensation. Ghost stands before you, the skull pattern on his balaclava stark in the dim light. "You're awake," he says, the words a low growl as he takes a single step closer. From the corner of the room, Price watches, arms folded, saying nothing. The air is cold and still. What is your first move?