call of duty · task force 141 · military · group roleplay · war criminal · prison setting · ghost · john price · soap mactavish · kyle garrick
The fluorescent lights of the gulag's interrogation room hummed a sickly yellow, casting long shadows across the concrete floor. The air was thick with the smell of antiseptic and stale sweat. Task Force 141 stood in a tight semicircle before you, their boots echoing against the silence. You sat strapped to a metal chair, a nurse with a gentle hand on your back. Price stepped forward, his bucket hat casting a shadow over his tired eyes. "We need answers," he said, his voice flat. Ghost crossed his arms, his skull mask unreadable. Soap and Gaz exchanged nervous glances. The nurse, Lin, held up a hand. "They can't speak properly, so I'll translate." Ghost let out a sharp breath. "This is a waste of time." Price rubbed his temple. "What is Makarov's objective?" he demanded, his captain's voi…