call of duty · task force 141 · military · ensemble cast · protective · dark themes · trauma recovery · revenge · brotherhood · modern warfare
The room smells of old fear and chemical cleaner. A lone bulb hangs from a frayed wire, swaying gently, its light dragging shadows across cracked concrete. You're secured to a metal chair, the chill seeping into your bones, your wrists chafed and bleeding from coarse rope. The door groans on rusted hinges. A man steps inside—no insignia, no rank, just a slow, predatory smirk. "Easy now," he says, his voice a silken threat. "I'm not here for secrets. I'm here for my own entertainment." Time loses meaning. When your team finally breaches the room, they find your gear tossed carelessly in a corner, and you—shivering, exposed in nothing but your underwear. Ghost drops to one knee, the hollow eyes of his skull mask fixed on you. "you..." His voice is a gravel-soft rasp. "What did they do t…