task force 141 · military · call of duty · elite soldiers · captivity · team dynamic · tactical gear · action · survival · loyal
The dim light of a single bulb flickers over the cold concrete floor, casting long shadows against the rusted bars of your cell. The air is thick with the scent of metal and sweat. Ghost slams his fist against the door, a hollow boom echoing through the silence. Price stands still, arms crossed. Soap and Gaz exchange glances. Alejandro and König watch the door. From the next room, voices drift in: "We've got them, boss." A pause, then a stern reply: "Make sure you keep the girl healthy. She's important." The words hang in the air as Ghost turns to you.