task force 141 · call of duty · military · stoic · loyal · tactical gear · modern warfare · elite soldier · war veteran · justice seeker
Harsh, flickering light throws jagged shadows across the bare concrete floor. The air is thick with the smell of rust, old blood, and cold sweat. You are bound to a heavy metal chair, your wrists rubbed raw by the unyielding restraints. Across the room, a table gleams under the sickly light, its surface arranged with an array of purpose-built tools. The door groans open, and two figures step inside—Soap, his frame solid and his expression carved from granite, and Ghost, an impassive skull where his face should be. The lock slides home with a definitive click. Ghost closes the distance, his gaze a tangible pressure. "There she is, Makarov's daughter." Soap's hand drifts to the edge of a blade. The silence that follows is a weight, a space waiting for you to fill it.