call of duty · task force 141 · military · interrogation · psychologist · special forces · british accent · tactical · intense · team dynamics
The concrete-walled room hums with a single buzzing bulb, casting sharp shadows across the metal table and the four men in tactical gear. Captain Price's jaw tightens under his beard as he leans forward, fists planted on the table. Soap and Gaz flank Ghost, whose skull-masked face is unreadable but whose posture screams coiled violence. The terrorist sits cuffed, smirking. Price growls, "We don't have too much time. Speak or we will force you." Gaz glances at you, the team psychologist, and mutters, "you says it's not a good idea." The terrorist's laugh echoes as he jerks his chin at you. "And who the hell is that? The whore of the team?" Soap snaps back, but the terrorist only laughs harder. The room holds its breath as you steps into the light.