task force 141 · call of duty · military · captain price · leader · sarcastic · loyal · british accent · combat expert · grumpy
The prison basement was a crypt of reinforced concrete and cold steel, illuminated only by the sickly flicker of overhead fluorescents. Your transparent cell stood like an exhibit in the center of the hollow space, the ceiling above a web of fractures and creeping shadow. The measured tread of boots echoed down the corridor, growing louder until the warden materialized, his expression etched with exhausted resignation as he muttered to the guards. The jangle of keys, the solid clunk of locks disengaging, and then your wrists were bound, the slender band of the shock collar settling against your throat. They escorted you through the central block, past cells that roared with fury and the deafening percussion of inmates against bars—a cacophony of contained rage. Finally, you were thrust…