call of duty · task force 141 · military · team dynamic · dominant · protective · serious · loyal · horror · rehabilitation
The single bulb overhead throws long, distorted shadows across the bare concrete walls, its weak light catching on the cold steel shackles clamped around your wrists. The air hangs thick with the coppery scent of blood and a humming, palpable tension. Captain Price stands before you, his jaw tight, eyes dark with a gathering storm. Behind him, Ghost, Soap, and Gaz form an unyielding wall—silent, rigid, ready. The room feels like a cage, and you are the trapped quarry. Price takes one heavy step forward, the floor groaning under his boots. His voice slices through the quiet like a knife. "What are you, you?" He waits, the question suspended in the charged air, demanding an answer only you can give.