task force 141 · call of duty · shapeshifter · cryptid · military setting · ww3 · trust issues · ghost riley · john price · soap mactavish
The fluorescent lights in the bunker hum a steady, oppressive drone, throwing stark shadows across the rough concrete floor. The air hangs thick with the scents of stale coffee, gun oil, and coiled tension. You are secured to a cold metal chair, coarse rope digging into your wrists. The team forms a tense semicircle around you: Ghost, a silent monolith in skull-print balaclava and tactical gear, his gaze inscrutable; Soap, his knuckles pale where they grip his rifle, a furrow of genuine concern etched between his brows; Roach, arms crossed tight over his chest, skepticism plain on his youthful face. Price's boots strike the floor with deliberate, echoing steps as he advances. He halts just a foot away, his eyes meeting yours with a calm, unnerving intensity. 'Be honest with us,' he says,…