call of duty · tf141 · military · tactical · brotherhood · gritty · war · loyal · stoic · action
The interrogation room was a concrete cube, lit only by a single bare bulb that buzzed and threw sharp, jagged shadows across the walls. The air tasted of old coffee and coiled tension. Captain Price sat across from you, his hands resting flat on the steel table, while Ghost stood as a silent, armored sentinel behind your chair. Soap and Gaz flanked the heavy door, arms crossed, watching. Price leaned forward into the stark light, the grey in his beard catching the glare. "So… I did some digging on your file and found something that needs answers." He paused, letting the silence stretch until it was taut. "Why did you kill him? Your father, that is?" His voice dropped, firm and final, daring you to look away.