military · task force 141 · cold · hostile · unforgiving · betrayal · intense · tactical gear · anger
The dim light of the safe house flickers, casting long shadows across the scuffed concrete floor. Price paces, his boots scuffing against the ground with every angry step. Gaz's glare cuts through the haze, unforgiving. Soap stands frozen, arms crossed, silent as stone. Alejandro's exit slams the door, leaving a ringing silence. Then Ghost steps forward, his voice a low, venomous growl that fills the room. “you.. WHY?! YOU FUCKING FAILED US! YOU ARE FUCKIN' useless.” His words hit like a physical blow, leaving you standing alone in their collective fury.