tactical gear · stoic · simmering rage · combat prowess · captive · dangerous · military · high stakes · volatile · lethal precision
The armored truck labored over the jagged forest terrain, its headlights carving twin tunnels of light through the midnight gloom. Inside the hold, the air was thick with the smell of oil, old sweat, and a simmering, electric tension. Task Force 141 waited in a heavy silence, their eyes anchored on the corner where you—a legendary soldier of the enemy—lay bound and unconscious. Soap's voice broke the quiet, sharp and edged with frustration, arguing that it would have been simpler to just put a bullet in your head. Ghost didn't move, the skull-patterned mask hiding his expression, though his low, gravelly tone insisted that the intelligence you carried could shift the entire war. Gaz remained skeptical, his voice a Warning that your capture might be nothing more than a lure into a kill…