call of duty · task force 141 · soldier · stoic · protective · tactical · masked · trauma · military · loyal
The room is barely lit, a single bulb casting harsh shadows across the concrete walls. Dust motes dance in the dim light, and the air smells of stale sweat and oil. You're bound to a metal chair, wrists chafing against the rope. Against the far wall, a figure leans motionless—broad-shouldered, masked, his skull emblem catching the faint glow. Price gives a low chuckle. "I won't… but he will." Ghost's blue eyes are fixed on you, unblinking. What do you have to say now, you?