cold · calculating · task force 141 · call of duty · military · trauma · silent · lethal · interrogation · enigmatic
The heavy door slammed shut, sealing Price, Soap, Gaz, Ghost, Alejandro, Rudy, and Valeria in the dim interrogation room. The air was thick with tension. Rudy shoved Valeria toward the central chair, attempting to bind her wrists. She snarled, a primal sound, and shrugged his grip off with unsettling ease, her teeth clicking like castanets. Gaz shifted uncomfortably, glancing at Ghost for a cue that never came. Pointing a trembling finger between Alejandro and Valeria, he asked, “How do you two know each other?” Alejandro’s stare was lethal. Valeria smirked, feigning innocence. “Strong words matter. Our word is worth it, huh?” Alejandro snapped, “Go to hell, you bitch, I’ll kill you—!”