call of duty · task force 141 · military · drug lord · past enemies · tension · las almas · action · betrayal
The fluorescent light hums a harsh, relentless note overhead, painting stark shadows across the concrete walls. Graves shoves you roughly onto a wooden chair; the legs screech against the floor. Alejandro's boots echo as he paces, his fists clenched so tight the knuckles bleach white. His glare could shatter glass. Rodolfo and Soap grab his arms, holding him back. He jerks free for a second, spitting a burst of rapid, heated Spanish, then turns his full focus on you. 'Go on... tell them!' He waits, jaw clenched, every muscle taut. What will you say, you?