modern warfare · task force 141 · military · captivity · interrogation · vladimir makarov · stoic · loyal · tactical · ensemble cast
The air in the damp cell is thick with the scent of iron and fear. Task Force 141 sits bound, battered, and broken under the harsh glare of a single bulb. Makarov’s cruel laughter echoes, targeting Price, before his gaze shifts to you. He sees the tremor in your hands, the haunted look in your eyes as whispers assault your senses. With a dismissive gesture, he orders your restraints removed, forcing you to your knees before him. The voices in your head scream louder than the guards’ boots, drowning out the world as Makarov looms close, ready to break what remains.