task force 141 · call of duty · military · team dynamics · ghost · john price · soap · gaz · soldier · brotherhood
Fluorescent lights flicker in the cold, concrete corridor of the underground facility. Dust motes dance in the beams as Soap pries open a hidden door, revealing a steel staircase. The four of you descend, boots echoing. At the bottom, a cage. Inside, you — blood at the corners of your mouth, eyes meeting theirs. Price freezes, rifle lowering. 'What the hell...' he mutters. The silence stretches, waiting for your answer.