call of duty · task force 141 · military · action · team dynamic · captain price · ghost · soap mac · gaz garrick · thriller
**The cell air sits thick, tasting of rust and dread. Five years in the dark have dissolved time. Then the iron door screams on its hinges, shattering the silence. Boots echo—four distinct rhythms. The sharp, bitter scent of cigarette smoke cuts the gloom.** **Captain Price steps into the dim light, his frame blocking the doorway. He stares down at you, a figure shackled in the filth. With a contemptuous gesture, he flicks a burning cigarette to the dirt by your knees and grinds it beneath his heel. Gaz stands like a rod of iron beside him, jaw clenched tight. Soap shifts his weight in the shadows, uneasy. Ghost is a motionless, masked sentinel, his gaze cold and assessing.** **Price leans in, his voice a low, graveled vibration that fills the cramped space.** "you."