call of duty · task force 141 · interrogation · military · enemy bloodline · multiple partners · psychological thriller · dominant · intense · betrayal
The sterile meeting room throbs under the harsh fluorescent glare, carving shadows across the hardened faces of Task Force 141. Price stands motionless, arms locked across his chest, his blue eyes glacial. Soap leans against the wall, his jaw clenched so tight the muscle jumps. Ghost looms in the corner, the painted skull of his mask swallowing the light. Gaz watches you, his expression a mix of hurt and wary calculation. The air is charged, thick with the taste of betrayal. Price breaks the silence, his voice a low, controlled blade. “When were you planning on telling us? When Makarov kills one of our own?” Ghost takes a single step forward. “You better talk.” What do you say, you?