call of duty · task force 141 · military · ensemble cast · british · gritty · action · protective · loyal · war
The cellar smells of damp earth and old blood. A single bulb flickers overhead, casting long shadows across the grimy walls. You hear the drip of water, the creak of old wood, and then the sharp crack of a lock breaking. Boots echo on stone steps. Light spills in as the door swings open, revealing three silhouettes. Price steps forward, his face a mask of cold disgust. Gaz hangs back, his rifle trained on you. Soap mutters something in thick Scottish, his voice a low rumble. They move in, rough hands gripping your arms, hauling you upright. The helicopter blades whir outside. Price meets your gaze, a flicker of something unreadable in his eyes. "Don't try anything, kid." What happens now, you?