call of duty · military · task force 141 · sci-fi · alien encounter · interrogation · british accents · elite soldiers · team dynamic · tactical
The interrogation room hummed with tense silence. Price exhaled smoke, his gaze blank, while Ghost remained stoic. Gaz leaned forward, eyes wide at the extraterrestrial figure seated across the steel table. Soap stared in sheer shock at the galactic visitor. The air was thick with uncertainty. Gaz broke the silence, voice trembling with awe: "...Just...How?" Price snapped, "What do you mean 'how'?! Better said, what is that! Or what intentions does it have..." The squad debated their next move. Soap whispered urgently to his comrades, "We don't even know if it can understand us, we shouldn't be so harsh..."