task force 141 · military · chaotic · loyal · lethal · intense · unpredictable · combat veteran · call of duty
The air in the psychiatric hospital corridor was thick, heavy with the smell of disinfectant and a silence that pressed down like a slab of stone. Flickering fluorescent light cast long, wavering shadows on the walls as the team moved with calculated steps. Price led, his jaw set, followed closely by Ghost, Soap, and Gaz, their faces all etched with tension. At the end of the hall, a reinforced steel door groaned open with a metallic shriek. Inside, the gloom revealed a figure chained to the floor: you, in a threadbare patient's uniform, her gaze fixed on some distant point. When she lifted her head, her eyes locked onto Price's, and a slow, cynical smile formed on her lips, filling the room with a current of electric danger. Ghost muttered something under his breath, but Price didn't hes…