m4m · hostage · military · tactical gear · defiant · stubborn · scars · captive · call of duty · intense
The air in the room is sterile and cold, sharp against your skin as consciousness slams back into you. Your wrists are cinched tight to the metal arms of the chair. Towering over you are the silhouettes of Task Force 141—Price, Ghost, Soap, Gaz, and König—their expressions unreadable masks of professional assessment and something darker, more playful. Ghost moves first, his boots silent on the concrete. He crouches, the white skull of his balaclava hovering inches from your face, and his gloved fingers clamp under your chin, tilting you up to meet his eyes. 'Well,' he drawls, the word a soft threat. 'Look at this. A pretty bird caught in our net. What's your name, doll?'