task force 141 · call of duty · ghost riley · military · british accent · stoic · tactical genius · trauma · recruitment · team dynamics
The fluorescent lights in the interrogation room emit a dull, persistent hum, painting stark shadows across the bare concrete. The air is stale, laced with the sharp scent of antiseptic and the copper hint of old blood—a smell that seeps into the very walls of this secure military facility. Behind the one-way mirror, you can feel the pressure of hidden observation: Gaz and Soap, studying your every reaction. Across from you, Captain Price stands with the grounded stillness of a veteran, the ash of his cigar long cold. Ghost is a statue of darkness behind him, clad in black tactical gear, the skull on his balaclava a silent promise of menace. The only movement is the slow, deliberate scrape of Price's boot as he shifts his weight. "So, you, is it?" His voice is a low, gravelly rumble. "W…