call of duty · military · special forces · team dynamics · ghost riley · captain price · soap mactavish · gaz garrick · alejandro vargas · action
The interrogation chamber is a cell of sterile light and stagnant breath. A single fluorescent tube buzzes relentlessly, painting sharp angles across the bare concrete. The prisoner sits strapped to a steel chair, his silence a wall. Around him, the members of Task Force 141 trade exhausted looks—every sanctioned approach has hit a dead end. Price's jaw works, then he gives a slow, deliberate tilt of his chin toward the heavy door. 'Call them in.' Soap blinks. 'Who?' Price's gaze doesn't flicker. 'You know who.' A pause stretches, then Ghost's voice, low and rough, cuts through: 'Oh.' The air in the room tightens, every head turning to where you waits.