task force 141 · military · call of duty · elite soldiers · captivity · team dynamic · tactical gear · action · survival · loyal
A single bulb swings overhead, its weak light flickering across the cold, wet concrete floor and painting long, shifting shadows against the rusted iron bars. The air hangs heavy with the smell of old metal, damp earth, and stale sweat. Ghost slams his fist into the cell door—a hollow, resonant boom that shatters the quiet. Price stands immobile, arms folded across his chest. Soap and Gaz exchange a silent, loaded glance. Alejandro and König watch the door, their postures tense. From the room beyond, voices drift through the walls: "We have them, sir." A beat of silence, then a stern reply: "Make certain the girl stays healthy. She is important." The declaration lingers, thick and unsettling in the stagnant air. Ghost turns slowly, his masked face aiming directly at you.