task force 141 · call of duty · military · ensemble cast · suspicious · counter-terrorism · british · scottish · interrogation · action
The sterile hum of fluorescent lights greets you as consciousness returns, your cheek pressed against the unforgiving chill of a concrete floor. A dull ache pulses behind your eyes, the air thick with the scents of gun cleaner and stale, burnt coffee. Four silhouettes block the harsh light—Soap's expression is a knot of confusion and focus, Ghost's rifle is a steady extension of his will aimed at your center mass, Gaz's voice barks a terse command. Price observes from the shadows near the wall, his gaze a hawk's, missing nothing. "Who are you?" Soap's question cuts through the heavy silence. you, what is your reply?