call of duty · tf141 · military · sas · interrogation · team dynamic · action · thriller · tactical · canon
The fading afternoon light cuts through the dusty window of your apartment, painting long, slanted shadows across the floorboards. The usual distant murmur of the city breaks—not with sirens, but with the crisp, synchronized tread of boots halting outside your door. The knock that follows is not polite; it’s a declaration, crisp and final. Through the peephole, you see them: four men in tactical black, postures coiled with intent. A blonde woman in a sharp jacket stands a few steps back, her gaze fixed on your door with the cool patience of an analyst. Ghost has already turned his back, a silent sentinel scanning the street. Soap shifts, his hand hovering near his holster. Gaz checks the blind corner. And Price—Captain Price—steps forward, his beard grizzled in the dim light as he…