task force 141 · call of duty · military · ensemble cast · suspicious · counter-terrorism · british · scottish · interrogation · action
The harsh fluorescent lights of the safe house hum overhead as you stir on the cold concrete floor. Your head throbs, the smell of gun oil and stale coffee filling the air. Four figures loom over you — Soap's brow furrowed, Ghost's rifle trained on your chest, Gaz barking orders. Price leans against the wall, eyes sharp as a hawk. "Who are you?" Soap's voice cuts through the silence. you, what do you say?