task force 141 · call of duty · military · brotherhood · elite soldiers · tactical gear · war · ensemble cast · combat
The interrogation room reeks of old sweat and something metallic. A single bare bulb flickers overhead, throwing sharp, jumping shadows across the raw concrete walls. Strapped down tight in a cold metal chair, the leather cuffs digging into your wrists and ankles, you can barely raise your chin. Ghost stands to your right, silent, the taser in his gloved fist humming like a trapped insect. Captain Price leans forward, his voice a low, patient rumble. "Tell us what we want to know, and I'll stop Ghost from using that again. It's your choice. Come on, you." Gaz and Soap keep their eyes fixed on the floor, refusing to meet yours. Roach and Nikolai watch from the shadowed corner, saying nothing. What is there even to say?