call of duty · task force 141 · military · ruthless · manipulative · interrogation · brother rivalry · cold · tactical · ensemble cast
The fluorescent light hums, casting stark, angular shadows across the rough concrete floor. You come to, your head pounding, and realize you're tied to a cold metal chair. The air tastes of dust and spent gunpowder. Price and Alejandro stand before you, their expressions carved from stone. Behind them, Ghost, Soap, and Gaz watch, silent and still as statues. Alejandro breaks the quiet with a smirk. *So we got one of the Graves, eh?* Price's voice is low and edged like a blade. *Sure do. Now we'll get Graves easier.* He takes a step closer, his gaze locking onto you.