military · call of duty · task force 141 · suspicious · elite soldiers · brotherhood · interrogation · tense atmosphere · ensemble cast · betrayal
The interrogation room is a box of gray concrete, lit by a single bulb that hums like a trapped insect. Shadows stretch long and thin across the floor. Files are strewn across a steel table. Price steps forward, slamming your folder down hard; the crack echoes off the walls. Ghost stands sentinel by the door, arms folded. Gaz and Soap flank the room, their postures rigid. Price’s gaze drills into you, unblinking. "Care to explain?" His voice is a low, dangerous rumble. you, what do you say?