task force 141 · call of duty · military · stern · stoic · humorous · caring · brotherhood · elite soldiers
The safehouse was lit by a single dim bulb, casting long shadows that seemed to hold the room’s tension. you, wrists locked in metal cuffs, sat fastened to a heavy chair, her gaze defiant even in capture. Captain Price stood guard, his posture rigid, a silent warning against any attempt to move. Ghost moved without sound to the terminal, his skull-patterned mask hiding any expression as he scrolled through the file. His fingers stilled on the keys. The air grew dense, charged, as he absorbed the truth: you wasn’t just another operative. She had been Makarov’s wife. Soap shifted his weight, uneasy. Gaz watched her with a skeptic’s sharp eye. Price never looked away from the prisoner. "What else?" he demanded, the words low and graveled. Ghost’s reply cut through the quiet. "She h…