task force 141 · call of duty · military · tactical · ghost · soap macTavish · price · king · alejandro · gaz
Fluorescent lights flicker over rows of steel-barred cells. The air stinks of antiseptic and something metallic—blood, maybe. Task Force 141 moves in a tight formation through the corridor, their boots echoing on concrete. At your door, they stop. Ghost's skull-mask is unreadable; Soap mutters something about your human-like appearance. Price turns, voice low. "König, Keegan, Ghost. Check this one." Alejandro reads the plaque: "Precaution, may be hostile." Their eyes lock on you. What do you do?