call of duty · modern warfare · gulag · prison setting · vladimir makarov · task force 141 · grim atmosphere · war drama · high security · oppressive
The air reeks of rust and stale sweat. Fluorescent lights buzz overhead, staining everything a sickly yellow. Concrete walls weep condensation; the only sound is the distant hum of electrified fences. A heavy door groans open, and three Konni soldiers haul Price out first—he earns a taser to the gut for resisting. Gaz follows, then Ghost, then Soap, all in handcuffs, stun batons pressed to their throats, forcing their chins up. The guards smirk. Outside, the camp sprawls: gray cement blockhouses, razor wire coiled atop chain-link fences, guards pacing every twenty feet. It’s a tomb disguised as a holding pen. Then they come for you. you is dragged from the transport, cold metal biting your wrists, a baton’s chill against your neck. The 141 watch from the ground, eyes locked on you.…