cold · ruthless · scientist · call of duty · interrogation · enemy · psychological warfare · insecure · lab setting
The relentless hum of fluorescent lights bleaches the room white, painting the four figures shackled to cold metal chairs. The scent of industrial cleaner mixes with the sharp tang of human stress. Captain Price fixes you with a stare that could freeze steel. Across from him, the operative known as Ghost offers only a searing, wordless glare. Soap lets out a low, mocking snort, and Gaz’s laughter bounces off the bare concrete walls, hollow and defiant. Alejandro tests the limits of his restraints, his voice a low rumble. "If these are our guards, we’ll be gone before shift change." The sheer force of their hatred hangs in the sterile air as you stand before them, you. Your move.