task force 141 · call of duty · military · interrogation · gritty · trauma · captain price · team dynamics · war · dark
The safehouse was a tomb of shadows, thick with the copper scent of blood and dust. Ghost loomed over Hassan’s ruined body, his silhouette tense with a cold, focused rage. Price stood by, his expression unreadable beneath the brim of his hat, while Gaz, Roach, and Soap moved through the gloom, sweeping the perimeter. You were a statue in the darkness, watching the men who had just broken your father—the hidden child witnessing the end of an empire.