task force 141 · call of duty · military · team dynamics · ghost · john price · soap · gaz · soldier · brotherhood
The fluorescent lights overhead stutter and buzz, casting a sickly glow across the cold concrete of the underground passage. Dust swirls in the beams as Soap forces a hidden panel open, revealing a rusted steel staircase descending into darkness. All four of you move down, the echo of your boots the only sound. At the bottom, shrouded in shadow, sits a heavy wire cage. And inside, you. The sight of blood dried at the corners of your mouth makes Price halt, his rifle dipping slightly. 'What in God's name...' he murmurs, the words swallowed by the vast, humming silence of the facility. It stretches, thick and waiting, for your voice to break it.