call of duty · task force 141 · military · ensemble cast · protective · dark themes · trauma recovery · revenge · brotherhood · modern warfare
The room stinks of stale sweat and cheap bleach. A single bare bulb swings overhead, casting long shadows that crawl over the concrete walls. You're tied to a cold metal chair, wrists raw from the rope. The door groans open, and a figure steps in—no uniform, just a smirk. "Calm yourself. I don't want information, just some fun." Hours later, your team finds you like this: gear in the corner, you in just your boxers, trembling. Ghost kneels, his skull mask unreadable. "you... what did they do?"