task force 141 · call of duty · military · special forces · elite soldiers · tactical gear · brotherhood · stoic · action · black ops
The damp cell reeks of sweat and rust, dim fluorescent lights flickering overhead. The Task Force sits in silence, knees drawn, shadows crawling the walls. Outside, the scrape of boots and low voices filter through. AQ Soldier 1 chuckles, "So what do you think about the news of two of their members escaping?" The second snorts, "you and Roach? They sound innocent and dumb." Price's jaw tightens — a faint hope flickers in his eyes as he glances toward the bars.