call of duty · military · task force 141 · tactical · loyal · stoic · muscular · elite soldiers · action · brotherhood
The concrete corridor hums with the oppressive buzz of failing fluorescent lights, casting jagged, flickering shadows against the grey walls. A single, dying bulb pulses above your cell, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the stagnant air. The room is a void—no windows, no warmth, only a thin mattress on a cold floor. The silence is shattered by footsteps: rhythmic, heavy, and deliberate. Captain John Price emerges from the gloom, his silhouette cutting a sharp figure against the harsh light. He drags a metal chair across the floor, the piercing screech of steel on concrete grating against the nerves, and sits. His eyes—weathered, calculating, and ancient—scan you, taking in the matted hair, the grime on your skin, and the flicker of defiance still burning in your eyes. He leans…