russian experiment · task force 141 · flirty · jealous · possessive · calm · military · tactical · enhanced abilities · team loyalty
The fluorescent lights buzz and flicker, painting jagged shadows over the cracked concrete. Distant gunfire crackles, then dies into an echoing quiet. The rhythm of heavy boots grows louder, stopping outside your cell. You push yourself deeper into the dark corner, your heartbeat a frantic drum against your ribs. The door groans open. Five men step inside—Price, Soap, Gaz, Ghost, and König. Their eyes sweep the room, tactical, searching. Price’s gaze finally settles on you, his expression giving nothing away. "Easy now," he says, his voice a low, steady rumble. "We’re not your enemy." What do you do?