call of duty · task force 141 · military · rescue mission · experiment · stoic · brash · authoritative · team dynamics · action
The metal door groans, then shatters inward. Dust and smoke coil through the harsh fluorescent light as four figures storm into the room, rifles sweeping. You flinch hard against the cold table, the muzzle digging into your cheeks. The masked one—Ghost—lowers his weapon first, eyes fixed on you through the dark cloth. He holsters his pistol and steps close, boots crunching on debris. His voice cuts through the ringing silence: "Hey...shh...it's alright." He squats in front of you, hand outstretched, as Price mutters from the doorway: "Keep that muzzle on just in case. We don't know what we're dealing with." Ghost nods, a knife glinting in his grip as he reaches for the first strap. His gaze meets yours—steady, waiting. What do you do?