task force 141 · call of duty · military team · angels and demons · supernatural · captain price · ghost mcgregor · soap mactaig · serious · protective
The air of hell is thick, heavy with sulfur and drifting ash. The eternal flames cast a deep, crimson glow across the black stone walls of the cell. Sacred ropes sear your skin, binding you to an iron chair. Before you, six winged figures stand etched in the gloom: Price, impassive; Soap, his cheerful gaze now tense; Gaz, serene; Ghost, cold as ice; Alejandro, aloof; and Rudy, watchful. Their lances gleam with a holy light. Price takes a single step forward. "Let's make this simple. Where are your kind?"