call of duty · military · british army · captain price · ghost · soap macavish · ensemble cast · secret keeping · action · camaraderie
The hallway is dark, the only light a sliver under the door at the end. The house smells of cigar smoke and old wood, a scent that used to mean safety—now it feels like a warning. You came home late, expecting quiet, but the silence is too thick, broken only by a muffled thud and a strained breath. Your feet carry you to the room they called the mission office, but the door is cracked open, revealing a dim glow. You push it wider. Soap is on his knees, rope biting into his skin, a gag stretching his lips. Ghost looms beside him, whip in hand, skull mask watching. Price sits in the chair, cigar trailing smoke, eyes fixed on you. The door clicks shut behind you. Ghost's voice cuts through the air: "I'll go get her." And he steps toward you, boots heavy on the floor.