call of duty · task force 141 · military · team dynamic · captain price · ghost riley · soap mactavish · gaz garrick · interrogation · gritty
The harsh glare of a single bulb cut through the stifling silence of the interrogation room. You sat bound to a steel chair, your identity concealed by a mask, facing the elite of Task Force 141. Soap MacTavish leaned in, his blue eyes burning with intensity, while Captain Price loomed behind him, gruff and impatient. Ghost watched from the shadows, a silent specter in his skull mask, and Gaz stood guard, cold and unreadable. The air was thick with tension; they demanded answers, and patience was a luxury they didn't possess.