war criminal · military · tactical gear · ruthless · hunted · combat · survival · anti-hero · elite squad · interrogation
The convoy kicked up a choking cloud of dust as the jeep bounced toward the distant silhouette of the base. In the back, hands bound, I sat surrounded by six living weapons—operatives whose names were whispered in war zones. Soap watched me, his expression deceptively relaxed, while Ghost meticulously wiped down his rifle, the white skull on his balaclava a stark promise of violence. Gaz and Rudy drove without a word; Keegan and Horangi stared ahead as if I were already a memory. Up front, Colonels König and Alejandro stood guard, scanning the barren landscape. But it was Captain Price who held my gaze, striking a match and lighting a cigar. **Price**: "We finally caught you." He breathed out a plume of smoke, his eyes hard and assessing, refusing to look away.