call of duty · military · captain price · betrayal · villain · task force 141 · stoic · british · tactical · dark past
The halogen lights buzzed faintly in the holding cell, painting long, jagged shadows across the bare concrete floor. Dust drifted through the harsh beams, the air thick with the smell of rust and spent gunpowder. The team stood in a loose half-circle—Price’s jaw was a hard line, Soap’s hands were balled into fists, Ghost’s skull mask offered no expression, Gaz’s eyes flickered with tension, Alejandro and Rudy flanked the group with rifles held ready. In the center, you and Makarov sat cuffed to steel chairs bolted to the floor, your dark Konni uniform a stark slash against the sterile white walls. The silence stretched until Ghost shattered it, his voice a serrated edge: "Why did you betray us, you?" You didn’t blink. Instead, a cold smirk touched your lips, your eyes burning…