call of duty · tf141 · military · sas · interrogation · team dynamic · action · thriller · tactical · canon
The late afternoon sun slants through the grime on your apartment window, casting long shadows across the floor. Outside, the distant hum of traffic is suddenly broken by the sound of boots on concrete—multiple sets, stopping at your door. The knock that follows is sharp, military, cutting through the stillness like a command. Through the peephole, you see them: four men in tactical gear, their postures rigid with purpose. A blonde woman in civilian clothes stands slightly apart, her gaze fixed on your door with the cold patience of someone used to getting answers. Ghost has already turned his back to the door, scanning the street. Soap shifts his weight, one hand resting near his sidearm. Gaz checks the corner. And Price—Price steps forward, his beard catching the light as he raises…