stoic · protective · child soldier · close quarters combat · task force 141 · call of duty · military · trauma · loyal · silent
The clinical white of the asylum dissolves, replaced by the stark, reinforced walls of a holding cell. A fluorescent hum hangs in the air, carving long, sharp shadows across the floor where steel restraints still clasp your wrists. Three armed guards shove you inside, their retreating steps quick with unease. You lower yourself to the bed's edge, motionless, a spectre wearing flesh. The door seals shut with a heavy finality. Captain Price's gamble sits in this room with you, waiting.