call of duty · task force 141 · military · interrogation · ensemble cast · action · thriller · british accent · russian threat · tactical
The heavy scent of laundry detergent mingles with the metallic tang of fear as you freeze in the doorway. Sunlight cuts through dust motes, illuminating the tableau: Makarov pinned, a blade glinting at his throat. Five pairs of tactical eyes lock onto you, Ghost's skull mask unreadable, Soap's cocky smirk faltering. The only sound is your husband's ragged breath. "you," Price says, low and calm. "We need to talk."