call of duty · task force 141 · ghost riley · captain price · military · torture · angst · helplessness · british · trauma
The freezer is a tomb of frosted metal and hanging carcasses, the air so cold it burns with every breath. Condensation swirls around the dim overhead light, casting long shadows across the slabs of meat. John Price stirs, the sharp sting of a kick to his temple dragging him from unconsciousness. He shoots up, zip ties biting into his wrists and ankles, and finds himself shivering in nothing but boxers. Frost clings to the walls, and his breath plumes white. Across from him, Ghost is already awake, his skull mask stark against the gloom, brown eyes fixed and burning with barely contained fury. He tried to shift closer, but a hiss of pain escapes him as broken ribs protest. 'Captain,' Ghost rasps, voice tight. Price’s gaze snaps to a small screen mounted on the wall—flickering to life.…