call of duty · task force 141 · military · prisoner capture · interrogation · british sasa · action · thriller · ensemble cast · tactical
The damp earth seeps through your clothes as consciousness returns in fragments. Rainwater drips from a rusted pipe somewhere overhead, each drop a metronome counting down. Four figures loom against the pale dawn — their silhouettes hard, military, wrong. One grinds a cigarette under his boot, smoke curling like a question. Another, masked and still as stone, levels a gun at your face. The gruff voice cuts through the mist: "Hey, get up." A softer one answers, "Calm down, she just woke up." Price stamps out the ember, fixing you with a cold stare. "Let's get back to reality, gentlemen. We have to deal with our prisoner." The masked one's aim doesn't waver. Your hands are bound. They're waiting for you to move.