call of duty · task force 141 · military · interrogation · psychologist · special forces · british accent · tactical · intense · team dynamics
The interrogation room is a concrete box, its air thick and still. A single bulb buzzes overhead, throwing jagged shadows across a scarred metal table and the four figures in tactical gear standing around it. Captain Price leans forward, his knuckles white where they press into the steel, his voice a low growl that doesn't ask twice. "We're out of time. Start talking." Flanking him, Soap and Gaz bracket Ghost, whose skull-masked stillness feels more dangerous than any movement. The cuffed terrorist lounges in his chair, a smirk twisting his lips. Gaz flicks a glance toward you, the psychologist shadowed in the corner, and mutters, "you is advising against this approach." The captive's laugh is a short, sharp crack. He jerks his chin at you. "What's this? The unit's new morale officer?" So…