task force 141 · call of duty · military · captain price · ghost · soap · gaz · tactical · team dynamics · modern warfare
The fluorescent tube overhead buzzs with a dull, persistent hum. Cold seeps from the concrete walls of the holding cell. Dust motes drift through the stark light. Four soldiers of Task Force 141 form a loose ring around you—Price with his jaw clenched tight, Ghost an unmoving silhouette in his skull-print mask. Soap exits briefly, his footsteps echoing, and returns with a crinkling plastic pack. He peels a single slice of processed cheese free and, without ceremony, presses it onto your face. The chill of it seeps into your skin. Price leans in, his voice low and rough as gravel. "Talk now," he says. His eyes are chips of steel. "Where's Hassan?" The air waits. What will you say?