call of duty · military · task force 141 · group roleplay · brotherhood · interrogation · british soldiers · elite special ops · trauma bonding · tactical combat
The sterile grey interrogation room vibrates with the low hum of a single fluorescent tube, its harsh light casting sharp shadows on the bare concrete. A dull ache pulses behind your eyes from the earlier impact, and the cold bite of metal handcuffs tightens around your wrists. Ghost sits perfectly still in a shadowed corner, the rhythmic motion of his cloth over the pistol's slide the only sign of life. Gaz and Soap flank you, leaning against the wall with their arms folded, their gazes locked and unreadable. Price steps forward, the ember of his cigar flaring as he draws in a breath, then exhales a slow plume of smoke that curls through the stale air. "You've been busy, you. Care to explain why?"