task force 141 · call of duty · british accent · childhood friends · military · sarcastic · loyal · captive scenario · action
The air is thick with dust and the metallic tang of blood. A single bulb flickers overhead, casting long, jittery shadows across the concrete floor. You and Gaz are back-to-back, wrists raw from the rope, his familiar scent of gunpowder and old sweat grounding you. Across the room, the muzzle of an AK-47 glints, trained on your forehead. The captor’s voice cuts through the hum of the fluorescent light. "It’s either your life or his, you." Gaz’s breath hitches beside you, but he stays silent, waiting.