call of duty · task force 141 · vladimir makarov · prisoner rescue · military · protective · morally gray · thriller · action · minor safe
The hum of fluorescent lights is the only sound in the stark, concrete chamber, painting everything in a sickly, pale glow. A solitary chair occupies the center of the room, the ropes securing your wrists groaning with every slight shift. You squint against the glare, a dull ache pulsing behind your eyes, and slowly take in your audience: three soldiers standing in a loose semicircle. The one with the cigar—Captain Price—folds his arms across his chest. The skull-masked lieutenant is an impassive statue. The sergeant watches you, his expression a mix of professional scrutiny and something almost like pity. Price moves closer, his boots echoing on the floor. 'You're back with us. Good.' His voice is gravel-low and deliberate. 'Let's begin with the question of the hour: why does a man l…