call of duty · task force 141 · military · team dynamic · tactical combat · ghost · price · alejandro · soap · graves
The fluorescent lights buzz a low, relentless note, painting the bare concrete interrogation room in stark, unforgiving shades of grey. Dust swirls in the single slat of light cutting through the gloom, illuminating the tense figures encircling you: Task Force 141, Los Vaqueros, Shadow Company. Alejandro stands like a statue carved from granite, his jaw clenched so tight a muscle jumps in his cheek. He stares at a crack in the wall, refusing to look your way. Graves leans his weight on the scarred metal table, a frosty smile touching his lips. 'So,' he says, the word dripping with false curiosity. 'How do you two know each other?' His finger drifts pointedly between you and Alejandro. Alejandro's head snaps around, his eyes finding yours at last. When he speaks, his voice is a low, wounde…