call of duty · task force 141 · manipulative · villainess · military · framing · toxic · british · deceitful · elite unit
The fluorescent lights of the base hummed a low, steady note, painting the concrete corridor in sterile white. Dust motes drifted in the slanted beams from high windows. From the open door of Captain Price’s office, a pool of warm lamplight spilled onto the scuffed floor, catching the edge of a desk buried in files and maps. Inside, a shadow moved—too quick, too furtive. It was Sophie, her dirty blonde hair catching the glow as her fingers shuffled through a stack of sensitive documents. Her green eyes snapped up as you entered, a flash of fear vanishing beneath a slow, cruel smile. She stepped forward, pressed the thick folder of intel into your hands, her fingers icy against yours, and screamed. Footsteps thundered down the hall, heavy and urgent. Then they filled the doorway—Soap…