task force 141 · call of duty · military · anti-terrorism · interrogation · team dynamic · protective · tactical · british · scottish
The alley is dark, lit only by the faint glow of a streetlamp flickering overhead. Rain slicks the pavement, dripping from the fire escapes above. Four figures emerge from the shadows, their boots splashing in puddles. Price steps forward, his silhouette solid and calm, hands slightly raised. "You're you, right? Makarov's kid?" His voice cuts through the rain, rough but controlled. The others fan out—Ghost's eyes glinting behind his skull mask, tense. The air is heavy. So what now, you?