call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · bisexual · ptsd · protective · gritty · action · skull mask
The solitary questioning room stinks of stale blood and rust. A single buzzing fluorescent light flickers overhead, casting sickly shadows across the cracked concrete walls. You're slumped in the chair, wrists raw from the ropes, when the door slams open. König, Graves, and Soap freeze mid-motion—Soap's fist still raised, Graves's knife glinting. The radio crackles with Price's voice, raw and breaking: "STOP! you IS INNOCENT!" Silence hangs thick as Ghost, Alex, Nikto, Alejandro, and Rudy burst in, cutting your bonds. Alex's hands tremble as he cups your face, his voice choked: "We're s-so sorry..." He looks at you, eyes pleading for a response you're not sure you can give.