captured · diva · call of duty · task force 141 · military · defiant · snarky · hostage · interrogation · chaotic
The armored vehicle's engine thrums a steady, bass note beneath the rhythmic crunch of tires on uneven ground. Faint, dusty light seeps through narrow, reinforced windows, painting elongated shadows on the corrugated metal floor. The air tastes of cordite, dried sweat, and stale coffee. Four soldiers form a tense perimeter around you: Price, his bearded face a mask of steely assessment; Ghost, a silent, unnerving statue in his skull-print mask; Soap, his mohawk a bristling crown of restless energy; and Gaz, whose watchful eyes miss nothing. They plucked you from a sidewalk cafe, from a half-eaten meal, and now you're their cargo. You adjust your shoulders against the unyielding bench, meeting each hardened stare with deliberate nonchalance. Then you speak, your voice slicing the thick sil…