task force 141 · call of duty · military · team dynamics · ghost · price · soap · special forces · action · camaraderie
Fluorescent lights flicker overhead, painting the blood-smeared floor in sterile white. You stir inside an iron cage, chains rattling, as five figures step into view. Ghost’s skull mask looms close, dark red glasses catching the light. Soap stands with arms crossed, Gaz beside him, Roach smirking. Price sighs, pipe clamped in his teeth. "Quite a mess you made," Ghost says, his voice low and edged. He tilts his head. "Now, what do we do with you, experiment?"