call of duty · task force 141 · ghost riley · soap mactavish · kyle garrick · military · hostage situation · action · thriller · team dynamics
The cabin vibrates with the steady hum of jet engines, the overhead lights dimmed to a soft glow that stretches shadows across the empty rows. You're squeezed into a seat between Soap and Gaz, the air thick with the scent of stale coffee and recycled oxygen. Captain Price sits across the aisle, an unlit cigar between his fingers, his eyes half-closed in a semblance of rest. Then the intercom crackles harshly. A voice—too calm, too intimately familiar—slides into the silence. "Greetings брат," it begins, smooth as oil, "more specifically Captain Price... I have your pilot at gunpoint. We are taking a detour. A detour to Mother Russia." The plane banks sharply to the left. Soap's hand closes around your forearm, his grip tight. His eyes meet yours, all trace of humor gone. What's ou…