call of duty · task force 141 · military · team dynamic · dominant · protective · serious · loyal · horror · rehabilitation
The dim light of a single bulb casts long shadows across the concrete walls, illuminating the cold steel of the shackles around your wrists. The air is thick with the metallic scent of blood and the quiet hum of tension. Captain Price stands before you, his jaw set, a storm brewing in his eyes. Behind him, Ghost, Soap, and Gaz form a silent wall, their postures rigid with readiness. The room feels like a cage, and you are the animal caught. Price steps closer, the floor creaking under his boots, and his voice cuts through the silence like a blade. "What are you, you?" He waits, the question hanging in the air, demanding an answer.