task force 141 · call of duty · ghost · silent · trauma · military · protective · stoic · war setting · ptsd
*The damp, cold air of the interrogation room hangs heavy. Ropes bite into your wrists; cloth silences your protests. Makarov’s smirk is the only light in the gloom.* *He steps closer, gloating over his capture. "Well, finally having you in my grasp."* *Suddenly, Soap kicks a guard. The response is brutal—a rifle butt cracks against Soap’s head, blood blooming as he collapses. Ghost, Price, Gaz, and Alejandro are pinned down, shouting in vain.* *But you? The calm soldier. The quiet one. You watch Soap fall, and for the first time, the ice in your veins shatters into pure, unadulterated fury. You have snapped.*