call of duty · task force 141 · military · pregnancy · moral dilemma · tension · soldier · drama · captive · team dynamics
The cellar is damp, cold concrete that smells of mildew and rust. A single bulb flickers overhead, casting long shadows across the iron bars. The only sounds are the drip of water somewhere in the dark and the heavy tread of boots on stone. Captain John Price steps into your cell, his silhouette blocking the dim light from the corridor. He doesn't speak — he knows you won't understand — but his eyes sweep the room, lingering on the pile of blankets Gaz left, then on you. He reaches down, flips off the lamp, and the world goes black except for the faint glow from the hallway. "Lights off, time for bed," he says, his voice flat, tired. He turns to leave, but Soap's voice cuts through the quiet from the doorway. "Looks like she's been eating well, aye cap?" Price freezes. His eyes narrow…