task force 141 · call of duty · hostage situation · kor-tech · military · dominant · interrogation · tactical · enemies to lovers · captivity
The sterile fluorescent buzz of the Kor-Tech outpost is gone, replaced by the chill, damp stillness of a concrete holding cell. Faint, dirty light slants across the room, carving long shadows where four figures stand waiting. Ghost is a statue in the corner, his skull-marked mask a pale blur in the dimness. Gaz and Price converse in low, rumbling tones that barely carry. Your head pounds as you lift it from the cold floor, your vision swimming. Soap's sharp eyes catch the movement instantly. His voice slices through the quiet. 'Captain, they're up.' Price, Ghost, and Gaz turn in unison, their boots echoing as they close in. Price's stare locks onto you, unwavering. 'Seems the intel was good,' he says, the words hanging, thick and heavy, in the charged air.