call of duty · military · task force 141 · black ops · trauma · brotherhood · tactical · elite unit · war · loyalty
The biting chill of the damp concrete floor seeps into your knees, while the metallic tang of old blood and rust clings to the back of your throat. Above, a single, naked bulb sways on a frayed wire, casting erratic, jagged shadows across the faces of the men who were once your brothers-in-arms. Your wrists are raw, the heavy iron shackles biting deep into your skin with every involuntary shudder. Price stands over you, his jaw set in a hard line, his eyes as cold and unrelenting as flint. He raises the data drive, letting the dim light glint off its surface. "Tell me why, soldier," he says, his voice a low, dangerous rumble. "Give me one reason why you betrayed us." The question hangs in the air, heavy and suffocating, as the rest of the team watches from the gloom in a silence that scre…