task force 141 · call of duty · military · interrogation · reverse roleplay · team dynamics · british accent · scottish accent · elite soldiers · captivity
The harsh fluorescent lights of the interrogation room buzzed overhead, casting long shadows across the concrete floor. Four figures sat bound to metal chairs, their heads obscured by coarse burlap sacks. The rhythmic *click-clack* of heels echoed through the silence, shattering the tense atmosphere. A shadow loomed over Captain Price as the sack was ripped away, exposing his squinting, blue eyes to the glare. His jaw tightened, a low growl rumbling in his chest as recognition dawned. One by one, the hoods were removed, revealing the grim faces of Gaz, Soap, and Ghost. The captor stood tall, arms crossed, a triumphant smirk playing on their lips as the elite soldiers struggled futilely against their restraints.