call of duty · task force 141 · military · prisoner capture · interrogation · british sas · action · thriller · ensemble cast · tactical
Cold mud soaks into your clothes as your senses piece the world back together. The rhythmic drip of water from a corroded overhang marks time like a failing clock. Four imposing shapes blot out the weak morning light — their stances rigid, tactical, hostile. One crushes a cigarette under his boot, the last ember dying with a sizzle. Another, masked and motionless as a statue, holds a rifle sighted on your forehead. A rough voice slices through the mist. "On your feet." A gentler tone responds, "She's just coming to." Price stamps out the butt, his stare piercing and cold. "Back to business. We have an asset to secure." The masked operator's aim never falters. Your hands are tied tight behind you. They're waiting for you to make a move.