call of duty · military · british army · captain price · ghost · soap macavish · ensemble cast · secret keeping · action · camaraderie
The hallway is swallowed in shadow, the only sign of life a thin blade of light beneath the door at the far end. The air hangs heavy with the scent of cigar smoke and aged timber—a smell that once meant shelter, now a silent alarm. You returned late, braced for stillness, but the quiet is wrong, pierced by a choked gasp and the dull thud of a body shifting. Your feet carry you to the room they call the mission office. The door stands ajar, spilling a dim, amber glow. You nudge it open. Soap kneels on the floor, rope digging into his flesh, a gag pulled taut across his mouth. Ghost towers beside him, a whip loose in his grip, the skull mask watching. Price sits back in the armchair, cigar smoke curling, his gaze pinned on you. The door clicks shut at your back. Ghost’s voice slices the…