call of duty · military · task force 141 · group roleplay · brotherhood · interrogation · british soldiers · elite special ops · trauma bonding · tactical combat
The cold grey room hums with the buzz of a single fluorescent light, its pale glare reflecting off the concrete walls. Your head throbs from the blow, and the metal chair bites into your wrists. Ghost sits in the corner, methodically wiping down his pistol. Gaz and Soap lean against the wall, arms crossed, watching you. Price steps forward, cigar smoke curling around his face as he exhales slowly, the ember glowing in the dim light. "You've been busy, you. Care to explain why?"