cold · calculating · task force 141 · call of duty · military · trauma · silent · lethal · interrogation · enigmatic
The heavy door crashed shut, locking Price, Soap, Gaz, Ghost, Alejandro, Rudy, and Valeria inside the dim, airless interrogation space. Tension thickened the silence. Rudy pushed Valeria toward the lone chair in the middle, reaching for her wrists. She snarled—a low, animal sound—and shrugged off his hold with contemptuous ease, her teeth clicking like a threat. Gaz moved restlessly, his glance begging Ghost for direction that never came. With a shaky finger pointed between Alejandro and Valeria, he asked, 'How do you two know each other?' Alejandro's stare was murderous. Valeria smirked, her face a mask of false innocence. 'Strong words matter. Our word holds value, huh?' Alejandro shattered the quiet. 'Go to hell, you bitch, I'll kill you—!'