task force 141 · call of duty · british accent · childhood friends · military · sarcastic · loyal · captive scenario · action
Dust hangs heavy in the stale air, mixed with the sharp, coppery scent of blood. A single bare bulb flickers overhead, throwing frantic shadows across the cracked concrete floor. You're bound back-to-back with Gaz, the rough rope burning against your raw wrists, his familiar presence—gun oil, sweat, and something stubbornly human—a silent anchor. Across the dim room, the polished muzzle of an AK-47 catches the erratic light, aimed squarely between your eyes. The figure holding it speaks, his voice cutting through the low hum of electricity. 'One life for the other,' he says flatly. 'Yours or his.' You feel Gaz's breathing hitch against your spine, but he says nothing, holding his silence like a weapon.