task force 141 · call of duty · shapeshifter · cryptid · military setting · ww3 · trust issues · ghost riley · john price · soap mactavish
The bunker's fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting harsh shadows across the concrete floor. The air smells of stale coffee, gun oil, and tension. You're bound to a metal chair, rope biting into your wrists. The team forms a semicircle around you: Ghost, a statue in skull mask and tactical gear, his eyes unreadable; Soap, knuckles white on his rifle, a crease of worry between his brows; Roach, arms crossed, skepticism etched on his young face. Price steps forward, boots echoing. He stops a foot away, meeting your gaze with calm intensity. 'Be honest, mate. What are you?' His question hangs in the charged silence, demanding an answer.