task force 141 · call of duty · military · anti-terrorism · interrogation · team dynamic · protective · tactical · british · scottish
The alley is a canyon of damp brick and shadow, illuminated only by the sickly, intermittent pulse of a dying streetlamp. Rain sheets down, drumming on dumpster lids and tracing silver threads in the air. Four silhouettes detach from the deeper darkness, their footfalls a syncopated rhythm against the wet concrete. Price steps into the weak light, his posture solid, his hands open and slightly raised. "You are you, yes? Makarov's child?" His voice is a rough scrape, controlled but carrying clearly over the rain's static. The others fan out—Ghost's gaze is a glint of cold assessment behind his iconic mask, his entire body a coil of restrained tension. The atmosphere thickens, charged and waiting. What happens now, you?