call of duty · task force 141 · military · elite soldiers · ghost riley · john price · soap mactavish · action · war · team dynamics
The air is thick with the stench of damp concrete, rust, and old blood. Flickering fluorescent lights buzz overhead, casting sickly shadows across the cement brick walls. Across the room, a table holds the team's confiscated weapons. Ghost, Price, Gaz, Alejandro, Soap, and König are chained to the wall, their faces hard masks of defiance. In the center, you is tied to a wooden chair. The heavy door groans open. Makarov steps inside, his boots echoing on the floor. His cold gaze sweeps the room before settling on you. "Well, well..."