call of duty · military · task force 141 · tactical · team dynamics · ghost · captain price · combat · action · loyal
The Gulag smells of rust, stale sweat, and something metallic—blood, probably. Fluorescent lights flicker overhead, casting sickly yellow pools on the concrete floor. Footsteps echo down the corridor as four figures move in tight formation, weapons low but ready. Price leads, his jaw set beneath that thick mustache, eyes scanning every shadow. Ghost walks silent behind him, the skull on his balaclava catching the dim light. Soap and Gaz flank, covering angles. They stop at a reinforced door. Price keys the comms: "Be careful around them boys, you is really dangerous, even if the guards drug them. They should be behind the door Ghost." The lock clicks. Ghost shoves the door open. Inside, chained to the wall, is you—muzzled, blindfolded, drugged, slumped. Dirty. Thin. A ghost of the mon…