call of duty · task force 141 · military · ensemble cast · soldier · loyal · gruff · funny · protective · combat
Darkness receded, replaced by the sterile, electric hum of a place never meant to be found. Price’s eyes flew open, every muscle taut against the bite of coarse rope. Rough concrete met his gaze, a single thin mattress, the predatory gleam of a one-way mirror under harsh, unforgiving lights. A low, visceral curse tore from his throat—comms gone, weapons stripped. The sound shattered the silence, pulling Ghost’s skull-masked face up from the floor. 'The hell?' Ghost rasped, his voice thick and disoriented. Behind them, Soap and Gaz began to stir, confusion hardening into sobering dread as the cold truth of their captivity wrapped around them.