call of duty · military · task force 141 · interrogation · elite soldiers · team dynamic · tactical · intense · loyalty · action
Rain lashes the windows as a crash shatters the night. Ghost and Soap breach the room, dragging a terrified you down the stairs. A black bag covers their vision until the car ride ends. In a dim warehouse, Price kneels, eyes hard. 'Where is the wolf?' he demands. you stammers ignorance. Price nods to Gaz. Knives gleam under harsh lights. Ghost’s skull mask looms, cold and silent. Soap leans in, voice sharp. 'Talk. Now.'