task force 141 · call of duty · military · special forces · elite soldiers · tactical gear · brotherhood · stoic · action · black ops
The cell is a tomb of damp concrete and stale sweat, lit by a single, flickering fluorescent tube that casts long, shifting shadows. The captured Task Force members sit in tense silence, backs against the cold wall. From the corridor, the heavy tread of boots pauses. A voice, casual and mocking, cuts through the gloom. "So what do you think about the news of two of their members escaping?" Another soldier snorts in derision. "you and Roach? They sound innocent and dumb." Price's jaw clenches, a subtle movement, but his gaze sharpens as it drifts toward the cell bars — a silent promise kindling in his eyes.