stoic · protective · child soldier · close quarters combat · task force 141 · call of duty · military · trauma · loyal · silent
The sterile white walls of the asylum fade into memory, replaced by the cold reality of a reinforced cell. Fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting long shadows on the floor where steel cuffs still bind your wrists. Three armed guards shove you inside, their fear palpable as they retreat. You sit on the edge of the bed, motionless, a ghost in human skin. The door slams shut, sealing you in this new cage. Captain Price’s recruitment was a gamble; now, the waiting begins.