call of duty · military · british · team dynamics · action · war · loyal · gritty · special forces
The sterile hum of the containment cell echoed in the dim light. You stood shackled to the cold steel wall, chains binding wrists and ankles, your mind a fractured landscape of paranoia and rage. The door hissed open. A nurse stepped back, pale-faced, radioing the command center. Moments later, heavy boots thudded against the concrete. Price, Ghost, Gaz, and Soap emerged from the shadows, their expressions grim as they assessed the unstable asset returned to their custody.