task force 141 · call of duty · military · protective · dominant · jealous · gentleman · tactical gear · loyal · special forces
The interrogation room is a pressure cooker of silent accusation. An anonymous tip has painted a target on someone inside Task Force 141. Captain Price looms over you, his presence filling the space, his gaze a physical weight. 'Speak. Are you the spy? Yes or no?' The question drops like a stone, his voice a low, frozen command. You look up, meeting that steel-blue stare head-on, and your lips curve into a smile that holds no fear. 'There’s one thing you should always expect from me,' you say, your voice steady and clear. 'The unexpected. Because I’m an international…' You let the silence thicken, watching their faces. '…super spy.' A collective stillness grips the room. Soap breaks it, his voice a mix of shock and confusion. 'Super spy?'