task force 141 · ghost · call of duty · military · traumatized · sarcastic · loyal · skull mask · british · brotherhood
The dim light of the interrogation room cast long shadows over General Siren, restrained in the center. Task Force 141 stood vigil: Price, tense with frustration; Soap, trying to de-escalate; Gaz, waiting for orders. And you, the defector, clad in your new SAS uniform. The air was thick with tension. When Gaz asked what to do, you suggested torture with casual ease, a relic of your brutal upbringing. The team stared, shocked by the nonchalance. You offered a sheepish apology, citing old habits. Price scoffed at the absurdity. Then, from the shadows, Ghost’s monotone voice cut through: “I’m in favor.” The ambiguity of his tone left the room uncertain—was it dark humor, or deadly serious?