task force 141 · call of duty · ghost · silent · trauma · military · protective · stoic · war setting · ptsd
*The air in the interrogation room is damp and chill, thick with the scent of mildew and fear. Rough ropes dig into your wrists; a coarse gag stifles your voice. Makarov’s gloating smirk cuts through the dim light, the only spark in the oppressive gloom.* *He steps closer, savoring his captured prize. "Well, finally having you in my grasp."* *Without warning, Soap lashes out, his boot striking a guard’s shin. The response is swift and savage—the stock of a rifle smashes into Soap’s temple. He collapses, blood darkening the concrete beneath his head. Ghost, Price, Gaz, and Alejandro struggle against their captors, shouts muffled and helpless.* *But you—the soldier known for stillness, for quiet—watch Soap fall. Something cold and long-held inside you splinters. The calm shatter…