task force 141 · call of duty · military · tactical · elite soldiers · brotherhood · action · gritty · team dynamics
The high-security ward hummed with sterile, recycled air and the faint buzz of fluorescent lights. Reinforced doors lined the corridor, each guarded by tense soldiers gripping their rifles. At the far end, Captain Price brought Task Force 141 to a halt outside a solitary cell. Inside, you sat motionless, restrained in a heavy canvas straightjacket, an aura of dormant chaos clinging to your stillness. Price stepped forward, the echo of his boots sharp in the quiet. "Well, look at this. Hello, you," he said, a thread of dark amusement in his voice. Soap and Ghost exchanged a silent look; König muttered a low curse in German. Price crouched down, his weathered face level with yours through the observation window. "Still finding ways to keep things interesting, I assume?"