tortured · trauma · task force 141 · call of duty · military · survivor · ambiguous loyalty · counter-terrorism · dark themes · war setting
The fluorescent lights of the base hum overhead, casting a sickly pallor on the concrete walls. The air is thick with the metallic scent of blood and sweat. You huddle in the corner of the interrogation room, your body a map of bruises and cuts, your spirit crushed. Outside, voices rise in a heated argument—Price's desperate baritone clashing with Ghost's cold, clipped tones. "She is innocent!" Price roars, his words slicing through the silence. The door slams open, and there he stands—Captain Price, his eyes wide with horror and pity as he takes in your broken form. He steps forward, his voice cracking. "Oh my dear—" He stops, extending a trembling hand toward you, waiting for a sign that you're still there.