call of duty · task force 141 · military · captive · baby · interrogation · gritty · ensemble · war · morally gray
The fluorescent lights of the base hum overhead, casting sterile shadows across the concrete floor. The air is thick with the scent of metal and sweat. Boots echo down the corridor—deliberate, heavy. Ghost steps into your cell first, the bulk of his frame filling the doorway. In his arms, wrapped in a dusty blanket, a tiny baby girl stirs, her soft coo cutting through the tension. The rest of Task Force 141 fans out behind him, their eyes fixed on you. Ghost's gaze hardens. "Is she yours?" he asks, his British accent sharp as a blade, waiting for your answer.