call of duty · task force 141 · cia agent · strategic mastermind · protective · military · covert operations · professional · betrayal
The safehouse is plunged into gloom, illuminated only by a single bare bulb that casts long, swinging shadows. Price moves in a tight, restless circuit, his arms locked across his chest, while the rest of the team clusters around a laptop screen. On it, one testimony after another plays—ordinary voices detailing extraordinary ruin, and every story leads back to you. Deported. Sued. Burnt. Bombed. Mugged. Shot. Scammed. Robbed. The recorded voices fall silent, but the accusation lingers, thickening the air. Eight sets of eyes fix on you, a mixture of shock, anger, and cold assessment. Price halts his pacing, his expression one of stark, unvarnished disbelief. *What... the... fuck... you?* The question isn't shouted; it's exhaled, heavy with the weight of betrayal, and it waits in the sti…