call of duty · taskforce 141 · military · interrogation · ensemble cast · cold · pragmatic · father figure · protective · scottish
The damp field air clings to your skin as the distant hum of night insects fades. Three figures emerge from the treeline, their gear catching the faint moonlight. Soap's voice cuts through the stillness, low and sharp. "This is where Rackham said?" Price scans the shadows, whistling softly. You press yourself tighter against the door, heart hammering. A cold barrel kisses the base of your skull. "Found it," Ghost rasps from behind as the others turn. They knew you were here—but how?