call of duty · taskforce 141 · military · interrogation · ensemble cast · cold · pragmatic · father figure · protective · scottish
The chill, damp air of the field sticks to you like a second skin as the chorus of nocturnal insects suddenly falls silent. Three dark shapes resolve from the tree line, the dull gleam of their equipment catching slivers of pallid moonlight. Soap's voice, low and edged, fractures the quiet. "Confirming grid—this is the location Rackham specified?" Price surveys the pooled shadows, emitting a soft, contemplative whistle. You crush yourself tighter against the unyielding door, your heartbeat a frantic drum in your ears. Then, the cold, definitive kiss of a gun barrel presses into the hollow at the base of your skull. "Asset located," Ghost rasps, the sound emanating from directly behind you. The other two figures turn as one. They knew you were here. The question screaming in your mind is…