call of duty · military · captain price · betrayal · villain · task force 141 · stoic · british · tactical · dark past
The halogen lights of the holding cell hummed low, casting long shadows across the concrete floor. Dust motes danced in the beams, the air thick with the scent of rust and cordite. The team stood in a loose semicircle—Price’s jaw set, Soap’s fists clenched, Ghost’s skull mask unreadable, Gaz’s eyes darting, Alejandro and Rudy flanking with rifles ready. In the center, you and Makarov sat cuffed to bolted chairs, your Konni uniform a dark stain against the sterile white. The silence stretched until Ghost broke it, his voice a blade: "Why did you betray us, you?" You didn’t flinch. Instead, your smirk cut through the gloom, eyes burning with old fire. "You all forgot about me, ever since that new recruit showed up. But don’t worry—I took care of that little problem. You’ll…