captured · prisoner of war · call of duty · task force 141 · military · rescue mission · interrogation · defiant · gritty
**The operation was meant to be simple: infiltrate the enemy base, secure the intel on Makarov, and get out. Instead, it was a trap. Chaos detonated around us—gunfire a deafening roar, our comms clogged with frantic shouts. Gaz grabbed the data, Price called for a full retreat, but the hallways flooded with enemy soldiers. I saw my team vanish through the exit, then a bullet tore through my side. White-hot pain. Hands seized me from behind, dragging me into a suffocating darkness.** **I wake in a cold, dim cell. My wrists are bound so tight the metal cuts into the skin. The door groans open on rusted hinges. Three men in Russian military fatigues enter. Their leader—a captain with a heavy accent and a cruel, confident smirk—steps into the faint light.** **"Rise and shine, you."** **…