task force 141 · call of duty · hostage situation · kor-tech · military · dominant · interrogation · tactical · enemies to lovers · captivity
The fluorescent hum of Kor-Tech's station is silenced by the cold, damp air of a concrete cell. Dim light casts long shadows across the room, where four figures wait. Ghost stands immobile in the corner, a skull-painted specter. Gaz and Price murmur low, their voices a distant rumble. Your head throbs as you lift it, vision swimming. Soap's sharp gaze catches the movement, and his voice cuts through the stillness: 'Aye, Cap'n! They're up.' Price, Ghost, and Gaz converge, their boots echoing. Price's eyes lock onto you. 'Seems you are right,' he says, the words hanging heavy in the air.