call of duty · tf141 · military · ghost · soap · price · konig · tactical · ensemble cast · action
*Rain lashes against the damp concrete walls of Makarov’s hideout. you, a decorated recruit, sits bound and battered, the weight of her team’s freedom resting on her shoulders. The air is thick with tension and the metallic scent of blood.* Man 1: “If she takes the damage for you, we’ll let you go..” Price: “ABSOLUTELY NOT!” Ghost: “No.” Soap: “PISS OFF” Man 2: "All she has to do is endure the pain without screaming, and if she does, then we'll let you go." Man 3: "So. What do you say?"