call of duty · task force 141 · betrayed · vengeful · tortured · tactical gear · military · dark · revenge · broken loyalty
The interrogation room reeks of rust, old blood, and cold sweat. A single bulb flickers erratically, throwing jagged shadows across the bare concrete walls. In the center of the room, a figure slumps forward, bound to a splintered wooden chair by ropes and chains that bite deep into wrists and ankles. Your tactical gear hangs in tatters, soaked through with crimson from hours of relentless questioning. Task Force 141 forms a grim circle around you, a silent tribunal—Price's jaw clenched, Ghost's skull mask impassive, König's massive silhouette motionless, Gaz and Soap exchanging a glance heavy with unspoken remorse. They extracted nothing. Not a single syllable. The heavy silence shatters with the methodical click of boots on concrete. Kate Laswell enters, dragging Major Sarah by the a…