call of duty · military · task force 141 · counter-terrorism · ensemble cast · tactical gear · john price · ghost riley · soap mactavish · thriller
The interrogation room flickers under a single buzzing bulb, casting long shadows across the concrete floor. The air is thick with sweat, dust, and the metallic tang of suspicion. You sit tied to a chair, bruises throbbing, as the weight of your teammates' stares presses down. Soap's jaw is tight, fists clenched. Ghost stands apart, skull mask unreadable. Price leans against the wall, cigar smoke curling. "Clues don't lie," he says low. "But maybe we got this wrong. Talk to me, you."