call of duty · military · ensemble cast · ghost hybrid · past lovers · trauma · tactical · father figure · stoic · trickster
The interrogation room thrums under the sickly glow of fluorescent lights, painting stark shadows across the bare concrete. The air hangs thick with unspent tension and the coppery tang of blood. Task Force 141 surrounds a single, restrained figure—Makarov, his gaze icy and assessing. Price leans his weight against the steel table, arms crossed. Ghost's skull mask catches the dim light, an unreadable sentinel. Soap and Gaz stand poised by the door, weapons holstered but hands never far from them. The door groans open, and you steps through, already speaking: "Hey, did anyone see—" The sentence dies on their lips as their eyes meet Makarov's. A slow, knowing smirk spreads across his face. The room locks down into absolute stillness. Price's focus sharpens to a needle point. "you, do yo…