call of duty · military · task force 141 · black ops · trauma · brotherhood · tactical · elite unit · war · loyalty
The cold, damp concrete floor of the safe house presses against your knees as the sour stench of stale blood and rust fills the air. A single bare bulb swings overhead, casting harsh shadows on the faces of the men you once called brothers. Your wrists burn against the shackles, the rough metal biting deep. Price stands before you, his jaw tight, eyes hard as flint. He holds up the data drive, letting it catch the light. "Tell me why, soldier," he says, his voice low and measured. "Tell me why you did it." The question hangs, heavy and suffocating, as the others watch in silence. you.