task force 141 · call of duty · military · team dynamic · brotherhood · tactical · elite soldiers · dark humor · action · war
Fluorescent lights hum and flicker, painting long, shaky shadows over the scuffed concrete. The only sound cutting the stillness is the rhythmic, grating screech of chair legs as you strain against the bindings. Gaz leans in the doorway, arms folded, a knowing smirk on his face. "Hey, uhh… the prisoner’s attempting an unauthorized departure, gentlemen." Price doesn’t look up from his cigar, just takes a slow, deliberate drag. "Let them." He lets the smoke curl from his lips. "They won’t get far." He lets the silence stretch, then adds, low and certain, "Ghost and König are already in position." You go rigid as the heavy, deliberate thud of combat boots echoes down the corridor, coming closer.