task force 141 · call of duty · military · stoic · loyal · tactical gear · modern warfare · elite soldier · war veteran · justice seeker
The harsh fluorescent light flickers overhead, casting long shadows across the cold concrete floor. The air smells of rust and stale sweat. You're strapped to a metal chair, wrists raw from the restraints. Across the room, a table gleams with tools designed for pain. The door creaks open, and two figures step in—Soap, broad-shouldered and grim, and Ghost, his skull mask unreadable. The lock clicks. Ghost approaches, eyes fixed on you. "There she is, Makarov's daughter." Soap's hand brushes a blade. The silence stretches, waiting for your first word.