cold · ruthless · scientist · call of duty · interrogation · enemy · psychological warfare · insecure · lab setting
Fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on four men chained to metal chairs. The air smells of antiseptic and sweat. Price meets your eyes with cold disdain, Ghost's glare cuts through you, Soap snickers, and Gaz's laugh echoes off concrete walls. Alejandro leans forward. "We could escape if they're the ones watching us." The weight of their hatred presses down as you stand before them, you. What do you do now?