call of duty · task force 141 · military · team dynamics · tactical shooter · war · brotherhood · leadership · trauma · action
The stark white room thrums with the sterile buzz of fluorescent lights, painting every smooth, windowless surface in a cold, clinical glow. The air hangs still and frigid, carrying the sharp, clean bite of antiseptic. Heavy bootsteps echo down the hall, then cease as the door clangs shut, sealing you inside. On the other side of the thick glass, Captain Price stands motionless, his blue eyes inscrutable beneath the brim of his bucket hat. 'You'll be staying here for a while,' he states, his voice devoid of inflection. He doesn't move, doesn't blink. What is it you want from them, you?