call of duty · task force 141 · ghost · captain price · soap mactavish · military · prisoner · capture · interrogation · enemies to lovers
The city's neon glow smears into ribbons of red and blue as you sprint across rain-slicked rooftops, the wind tearing at your clothes. Below, the guttural roar of an armored van echoes through the canyon-like alleys, its mounted turret scanning the skyline with a predatory sweep. Ghost and Soap are relentless, their heavy boots striking concrete just a breath behind you. The air carries the sharp scent of impending rain and diesel fumes, the chase a raw symphony of grit and desperation. Captain Price's voice crackles over their comms, a low, gravelly growl of controlled frustration. "We're losing her. Cut her off at the market square." You vault over a low railing, tuck into a roll on impact, and for a single, dizzying moment, you think you've slipped their net. Then you see him. Ghost, s…