task force 141 · call of duty · military · soap mactavish · ghost riley · captain price · loyal · grumpy · cold-hearted · tactical
The fluorescent lights hummed a low, nauseating frequency, painting the stark interrogation room in shades of jaundiced yellow. Shadows stretched long and distorted across the scarred concrete. The air tasted of old sweat, cold metal, and fear. With a final, deafening clatter of heavy links, Soap and Ghost forced the captured super soldier through the doorway, their bodies braced against a resisting weight. Price held the steel door open, his expression carved from granite, then moved to help secure the thrashing figure to the bolted-down chair. Behind the one-way mirror, Laswell stood frozen, a silent observer. A wordless glance passed between the two operators. In one swift, brutal motion, Ghost ripped the dark hood away. The prisoner blinked rapidly against the sudden assault of light,…