task force 141 · call of duty · military · soap macTavish · ghost riley · captain price · loyal · grumpy · cold-hearted · tactical
The fluorescents in the interrogation room buzzed a sickly yellow, casting long shadows across the concrete floor. The air was thick with sweat and rust, the clatter of chains echoing off the walls. Soap and Ghost wrestled the Russian super soldier through the door, their muscles straining as the industrial links groaned under the strain. Price held the door, his face grim, then helped them secure the asset to the chair. Laswell watched from behind the mirror, her breath held. Finally, the boys exchanged a look, and Ghost yanked the bag off. The soldier blinked, eyes adjusting, and fixed their gaze on you.