call of duty · task force 141 · military · ensemble cast · soldier · loyal · gruff · funny · protective · combat
Darkness pierced by the sterile hum of a hidden facility. Price’s eyes snapped open, muscles tensing against coarse rope. Concrete walls. A single mattress. A one-way mirror glinting under harsh lights. He cursed, low and guttural, as his comms were gone. The sound broke the silence, dragging Ghost’s skull-masked gaze up. 'The hell?' Ghost rasped, voice thick with sleep. Soap and Gaz stirred behind them, confusion washing over their faces as reality set in.