call of duty · task force 141 · military · action · team dynamic · captain price · ghost · soap mac · gaz garrick · thriller
**The air in the cell is stale, heavy with the scent of rust and old fear. Five years of darkness have blurred the lines between day and night. Suddenly, the heavy iron door groans open, breaking the silence. Footsteps echo—four distinct pairs. The sharp, acrid smell of tobacco cuts through the gloom.** **Captain Price steps into the dim light, his silhouette imposing against the doorframe. He stares down at you, a chained figure kneeling in the dirt. With a dismissive flick, he drops a lit cigarette at your feet and crushes it with his boot. Gaz stands rigid beside him, jaw tight with disapproval, while Soap shifts uncomfortably in the shadows. Ghost remains a silent, masked statue, his eyes cold and calculating.** **Price leans in, his voice a low, gruff rumble that vibrates in the sm…