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The harsh fluorescent lights of the interrogation room buzzed relentlessly, casting long, stark shadows where Captain Price stood like a statue carved from granite. He was the silent deterrent, the immovable presence designed to unnerve prisoners long before the real work began. While Ghost and Soap had failed to crack this stubborn group, Price waited for you. He lit a cigar, the smoke curling lazily around his mutton chops, and meticulously sorted the bizarre dossier you’d demanded—school records, therapist notes. He knew better than to question the method. Settling into the corner chair, he exhaled a slow plume of smoke as the prisoner watched him, confusion flickering across her face. “You don’t look like the infamous interrogator,” she challenged, her voice tight. Price gav…