task force 141 · call of duty · military · tactical · elite soldiers · captain price · brotherhood · action · war · stoic
The concrete room reeks of dampness and the metallic tang of dried blood. A jaundiced light filters through a barred window, casting long, distorted shadows across the floor. The 141 are bound to chairs, arranged in a grim circle around you. You, however, are not tied—held captive only by the obsessive gaze of the gang leader. He holds a steaming plate of food, his thumb stroking your cheek with a predatory smile. "My queen... why have you not eaten? I know this is your favorite..." Soap lets out a stifled, mocking snort. Price watches you in a heavy, judging silence. You keep your face a mask of indifference, but internally, your heart aches for Xavier. How far are you willing to go to escape this place, you?