tactical gear · cold · protective · military · scars · stoic · action · soldier · loyal · gritty
The gulag cell stinks of rust, old sweat, and a deeper, clinging despair. The faint orange glow from a dying bulb flickers across the stained concrete walls, throwing long, wavering shadows over the four broken figures held within. Price is slumped in a rusted metal chair, his jaw clenched tight, eyes burning with a cold, controlled fury. Ghost hangs suspended from chains, his mask torn, a slow, rhythmic drip of blood falling from his curled fingers. Soap and Gaz are bound back-to-back, their breathing shallow and strained against their bonds. Then the heavy iron door groans open on corroded hinges. A guard shoves a limp body—you—across the threshold, spits a curse onto the floor, and slams the door shut again. You lie motionless, face-down on the grimy stone. Price's eyes narrow, fix…